There something beautiful about an abandoned building albeit a mournful beauty, an eerie and quiet beauty -- that tells a story frozen in time. We've written about abandoned places before. Click HERE and scroll down.
Yesterday I came across two vacant, muted structures, and I snapped a few pictures.
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By Emily Dickinson: You cannot make Remembrance grow When it has lost its Root – The tightening the Soil around And setting it upright Deceives perhaps the Universe But not retrieves the Plant – Real Memory, like Cedar Feet Is shod with Adamant – Nor can you cut Remembrance down When it shall once have grown – Its Iron Buds will sprout anew However overthrown – | |
Below: A few other miscellaneous shots of old signs and buildings:
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