Buffalo Central Terminal

Forgotten

I could feel the silence of the place as I arrived in the morning. An occasional pigeon would ruffle the stillness as it flew by.

The building, with its many broken windows, offered an insight into its emptiness. A sense of tranquility surrounded it.

Broken

Empty

A passing train occasionally disrupted the quietness. Tranquility turned to sadness as the train moved on with no intent of stopping.

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