Two
At the far 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. Further in, through the tangle of undergrowth, a path cuts through stiff grass, leading gently downhill.
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Photographs & Text by Jen Dixon
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