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Industrial decay forms such liminal spaces, as nature reclaims the structures of the industrial revolution. The rich hues of handmade brick distinguish old industry from the unambiguous palette of modern builds. Fissures in the brickwork toil as curled roots force their way through, and their branches stretch and curl along the canal banks.


"And all the earth is filled with pleasant noise of waters,
Among the golden sand;
And golden is the sandy shore."
– Visions of the Daughters of Albion