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It was breathtaking in its decay. Weeds had pushed through the floor tiles, creating a wild, indoor meadow. The glass ceiling was cracked but intact, filtering the afternoon sun into dusty, golden shafts. But the most striking feature was what remained on the walls.
The air in the abandoned complex smelled of wet concrete, dried lilacs, and the peculiar, metallic tang of old photography chemicals. sonnenfreunde gallery
She left the skylight untouched. And the people kept coming. It was breathtaking in its decay
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