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I never spoke to you of the visions I once had
Of the world I had planned and of the life I had envisaged.
I knew you would have been terrified at the height of the towers…
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Way out in the Balkan mountain range in central Bulgaria, miles and miles from anywhere, stands a lonely, unwanted building.
In its day, it was loved and admired by many, only to be forgotten and put into the too hard basket, and slowly but surely, with no up keep, this giant structure started to crumble and decay. 181 more words