Arc of the Curve

evening all.

Off exploring a different part of the world.

There are still a few little hidden outposts that carry a faint imprint of times gone by.

Small spaces that feel they are misplaced and ill suited for the continuing crash and bang of modernity.

Places where the stones ring with faint echoes of those who have gone before, and a light touch on their surface allows you to feel the ghosts on the other side of the wall.

I feel pleased when i find these places, it's like going home.....

night all



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