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Tony knew this place as the train graveyard. The place where they bought railway carriages to die. It seemed odd to just leave these things in the middle of nowhere rather than destroy them.
He explored it one day so he could write about it as an unusual destination. What he found came as a surprise.
He found that people, probably teenagers, had painted the carriages in various colours on the inside along with standard graffiti. He lingered in a blue one and just admired the space around. It was beautiful. It no longer appeared to be an odd thing.
Written in response to this week’s Sunday photo fiction.