The broken remains of wide stone steps leading nowhere, along with the floor layout of a railroad station lobby, gave reason to think these dusty remains were once a railroad station. Now abandoned to the Colorado desert, with the only travelers the occasional rattlesnake, it was silent except for the sound of the wind whistling around what remained of the demolished walls. The silence was intense. It wasn’t always like this. Deformed clumps of melted glass revealed where windows once let light into this busy room where I stood alone on that warm, breezy afternoon.
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