ᚷᚺᛟᛋᛏ ᛏᛟᚹᚾ
I read that this place is a ghost town. There are no buildings left, but there wouldn’t be as anything made of wood, if not tended, doesn’t last long in this part of the world. There are cedar fence posts and non native shrubs, the kind people use to plant in their yards, struggling to remain upright beneath the wild native scrub. Now I understand why this place feels so alive, why I hear whispers in the wind, why the ground vibrates with secrets buried under the tall unruly grasses.
I am even more drawn to it now.und vibrates with secrets buried under the tall unruly grasses.
I am even more drawn to it now.