It's such a sad building. All of its friends were repaired and shored up with heavy beams in their walkways, but for some reason, this poor guy wasn't. You can almost put your hands on the walls and feel it shudder and sigh.
Most of his first floor windows were boarded up and some of the doors and trim had long ago been painted green.
But some of the windows were only covered with wire and you could peek in.
Right in his belly, this once-proud and powerful brick structure has finally permitted the Earth to spread back into her space, if for no other reason than the need of those bricks for a bit of living company.
Just beyond the layers of fencing and doorways, there is a Secret Garden of sorts and it's green and beautiful and has spots of sunshine that beam through and invite the eye to search for its treasures.
My camera and my meager skills could hardly do this little spot justice, so, while you can see a bit of what I saw, I think its beauty will be mine to keep.
My ladybug and I would love to come in for a picnic. Could you ask the spider webs to stand aside, please? And would all of you people in the alley please stop looking at me like that? The Garden of Mysteries has invited me to visit. I have every right to be here.
Due to the presence of lots of people and cars, I decided it was best not to sneak through the hole in the fence. But it's too bad, really.
I did leave completely covered with spider webs (though I wasn't too worried - our Florida spiders are much more likely to be poisonous than Massachusetts spiders). I was sure that everyone on the street could tell I'd been poking around in places that I ought not to by the gossamer strands that were streaming behind me as I trotted back down Market Street. But I didn't care. I'd been on an Expotition.
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Oh...I love exploring. Some people get all worked up about rotting floors and rusty nails coming through feet and stuff like that. I'm more inclined to think that I'm incapable of being hurt if I'm only up to good.
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