The Crater of Wonders

Our parking lot is sinking into the depths of the earth. At the beginning of the winter, it was just a small depression. Now it looks like a meteor has landed out there. I'm just waiting to walk out some morning and find my car swallowed up into the pit of dispair. Within the large crack, we can almost see Lily's mother-country. Our stellar landlord, Rich, keeps promising to fix it. If it's fixed before September, I owe Alisca $40.