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Battered plaster, shattered glass, splintered rafters, a crumbling mass. You former home of…who knows who? who left to roam away from you. Now you stand empty, broken but look quite grand in scars unspoken.
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Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
Home alone
Battered plaster, shattered glass, splintered rafters, a crumbling mass. You former home of…who knows who? who left to roam away from you. Now you stand empty, broken but look quite grand in scars unspoken.
Inspired by this photo I took of an abandoned and crumbling ornate house in Potsdam: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lg6fgwou4s24
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
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