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“Scary Potter 1. …and the Sorcerer’s Stone 2. …and the Chamber of Secrets 3. …and the Prisoner of Azkaban 4. …and the Goblet of Fire by DylanPierpont ”

“Scary Potter 1. …and the Sorcerer’s Stone 2. …and the Chamber of Secrets 3. …and the Prisoner of Azkaban 4. …and the Goblet of Fire by DylanPierpont ”

abandoned Highland Park Detroit fire station--The twin-door, early 20th century red brick and masonry building housing the HPFD’s Engine Company No 4 and Ladder Company No 3 sure has seen better days – click here for proof. More recently, however, the structure has been left to the ravages of weather and arsonists along with much of inner-city Detroit and its environs. Credit Flickr user Robert Monaghan (Detroit Liger) for the haunting images above.

abandoned Highland Park Detroit fire station--The twin-door, early 20th century red brick and masonry building housing the HPFD’s Engine Company No 4 and Ladder Company No 3 sure has seen better days – click here for proof. More recently, however, the structure has been left to the ravages of weather and arsonists along with much of inner-city Detroit and its environs. Credit Flickr user Robert Monaghan (Detroit Liger) for the haunting images above.

Leira stopped talking and listened. There was the sound of sirens, shouting, and an unnaturally loud roar of crackling fire on the other line. Leira gasped. "You set a building on fire, didn't you, Kage?!" "Uh..." Kage's voice was low and reluctant. "It was an accident, you know." @RandomStuffles

Leira stopped talking and listened. There was the sound of sirens, shouting, and an unnaturally loud roar of crackling fire on the other line. Leira gasped. "You set a building on fire, didn't you, Kage?!" "Uh..." Kage's voice was low and reluctant. "It was an accident, you know." @RandomStuffles

Prisoners / Cinematography by Roger Deakins

Prisoners / Cinematography by Roger Deakins

M., dye gone from her hair once again, trying to figure out an escape plan in her prison.

M., dye gone from her hair once again, trying to figure out an escape plan in her prison.

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Night- time is womb- time.  Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything;  the struggle for identity and impression falls away.  We rest in the night  --John O'Donohue

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Night- time is womb- time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night --John O'Donohue

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