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The Silent Withering

 

Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing,
The silent withering of autumn flowers
Dropping their petals and remaining motionless;

The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot.

The latest entry from an urbex adventure in Staten Island.

 

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