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Jun 2014
Tall and white, The Stanley stands atop a hill with might.
A place of beauty and grandeur, a place of mystery and wonder.
Spirits haunt and roam these halls, the whispers of old heard through the walls.
There's Mrs. Wilson sweet and polite, but watch out unmarried couples, she'll give you a fright!
Lord Dunraven with his skivvy ways; the children love to laugh and play.
Mr. Stanley is seen among the billiards; he's still here checking in on his famous figures.
Mrs. Stanley's here too, still playing her piano. She loves it here, her own private Americana.
This place is so much more than "The Shining Hotel."
It's a home for those entities not ready to say farewell.
Written about The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado
Written by
Dani Dahle
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