Hope Byrne
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The Town That Time Forgot
Through the back roads of Pennsylvania, large dilapidated buildings are scattered along the sides of the desolate highway, surrounded by tall white ash and yellow birch trees. Further along this road, a white-tailed deer grazes in a wide-open field with her fawn, seemingly unphased by the occasional passing commuter. With buildings beginning to fade into the background, massive pine trees overtake any available view from the car windows. Only miles away from the destination, familiar old homes start springing into view along with the 20-year abandoned market that once housed delicious soft-serve ice cream and an array of fishing bait. More familiar the land becomes as the tiny town of no more than 6 shops situated in antique style structures is passed through, and a peaceful at-home sensation sweeps over.
By Hope Byrne4 years ago in Wander