Buildings have always intrigued me. Old ones with the sweet smell of lead paint and old pine timbers. The rusty artifacts resting in their dusty perimeter. The forgotten vegetation that casts overgrown shadows and cuts strange beams of sun through an interior. The light traffic on lost streets. It's mine. I take it home to preserve.

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~ Melissa Burgess

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