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I had become infatuated. It was all consuming, the presence of it all. It was as if the foundation of the town pulled at something rooted in my core, and it pulled and pulled, and I was dragged across the rugged roads, and abandoned homes, straight into its heart.

I had been looking for this kind of infatuation, this kind of consumption. It makes you feel alive, that every brick is a spark, every connection weighted with potential. Nestled in the hip bones of the valley, the secrets, the stories of this place are worth losing yourself to.

October 2018

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