When locations are ghosts.
Time has gone on, lives have moved on, and maybe are gone as well. Ghost memories silently reverberate in these walls, these floors, these grounds. All that remains are fragments of time and remnants of the people who spent time here back when it was still alive.
Imaging the once was and appreciating the now is. The textures, the colors, the ice still on the vine. The graffiti, the shadows that lay across the floor and climb the wall, the feeling of excitement just taking it all in.
Places like this have so many stories to tell.
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