Mimosas at the End of the World

Thursday before last I took some shutterbug friends out for a walk in the ruins. It was a date it took us a year to schedule, thanks to the insanity from which we just now seem to be emerging. We met at dusk at the entrance to a manicured little subdivision off the edge of the highway just north of the river, walked along the frontage road a couple hundred yards, and then stepped off into the 67-acre expanse of the abandoned concrete plant that to me would be the most attractive amenity of the new apartment complex about to open next door.

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