This place was busy … once. A hub for transportation and commerce; it was rarely ever quite. Yet as all good things do; it came to an end. The tracks are rusted now; no longer as shiny as they once were. Nature has reclaimed its ground with trees and grasses springing up. This is a ghost town and these are its tracks.



Tracks by A Man Named Dan

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