Régi és elhagyatott
It was a hello and a goodbye, all at once. She felt excited at the opportunity to treasure it, but couldn't help wondering about the stories it already told. Someone had laughed. Someone had made untold discoveries. Someone had lived. Funny how rusty metal had a way of seducing a heart.
Abandoned palace in Poland. What is it about abandoned things that they just sit, unseen by the passing public, and they just get dusty and old, and no one seems to see them anymore? Why is that the case? And why are they so much more beautiful than everything we build now? If only we would repair them...