Two
At the end, cut wire beckons, and with a low shrug you are inside. An abandoned industrial building sleeps on the horizon, its colours blurred with the winter buddleia, weathered green upon weathered green, but angular against the twisted branches. The ground beneath is unnaturally flat but scuffed roughly with the golden hues of moss and new-growth trees; each crack is claimed, each hollow hunkered down into.
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Photographs & Text by Jen Dixon
~ Shadow Line ~