In your hometown, mine and/or every other city you will find buildings, beautiful and old abandoned, not forgotten. Traveling home after twenty plus years I found my familiar haunts to be long gone, boarded up, glass panes knocked out, possibly by delinquents? I don’t know. I’m greatly saddened!
These relics of the past are but former shadows of their glory, once the soul of Main Street. Still there is such detail in the architecture, history in the bricks, ghosts in the partially boarded up windows. Reflections on glass and sun withered paper reveal happier times, peering into a world that no longer exists. Those simpler times, while begging, praying for resurrection or at least transformation into something new, lasting…
Relevant!
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