You remember it like it was yesterday. The hissing sound of soda cans being opened, bang! and someone startling the pigeons.
But now? It's quiet. Not even a rustle. Just echoes of childhood laughter...?
There was that time she thought we were spies, searching for secrets hidden among the girders and mesh. Was it Wednesday?
Here's an article about it, or maybe a postcard you've sent?: Mystic Wonders
Step on in, in case there's something unfinished you want to complete: Long Lost Paths