| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- multitudes Visited this amazing ghost town last weekend. A woman bought it four-and-a-half years ago and now lives there year-round, this 64-acre mountain town once known for its jade mine and railroad line. She showed me around and fed me and we sat in the cold, cold river and talked for hours. I'm writing a story on it for my personal dream mag but I want to write even more stories on it because it holds multitudes of them. I also felt as if I'd made a new lifelong friend and after the story is done and I've shed my journalist hat on it I plan to return. The world needs more spaces like this. I thought of that as I threw rocks across the water and felt the urge to cry in the best way possible. 12:35 pm - 31.07.19
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