Sissy and I took a walk through The Abandoned after it had rained hard for a few days. Pools of reflecting waters lay everywhere. Both of us gasped as we rounded the corner.
Mounds of discarded carpet laid mountain reflections in the edgy quiet of still lake waters.
Only we stood in the mystery of The Abandoned.
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WARNING: Think twice about visiting The Abandoned without permission. You risk getting arrested for trespassing.