I don't know where I came from, and to be honest, that doens't bother me. I don't know the name(s) of those who built me, and as far as I'm concerned, I've been here forever.
I was admired for my large, looming walls and gorgeous stained glass when I was in my prime, but now, I'm afraid the glass has shattered and the walls will eventually sink into the ground or collapse under their own weight.
I fear that I am forgotten; a hidden wonder of the world that may never be rediscovered. I wish to be found. Find me.
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One of the best things we have is our imagination. In the words of Robin Williams; "You're only given one little spark of madness, you mustn't lose it.".
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