There was once a filling station here. Some tramps perhaps slept here sometimes too. I walked about taking pictures. The place had an appalling atmosphere, not in the least romantic. Pieces of old clothes and broken tiles had a harsh feel. Nature didn't intercede in a gentle way, it couldn't overcome the concrete. I found the remains of a dog there- perhaps the dog had been hit by a car for just the legs were there on the ground. I felt desperate to leave.
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