In one of the quieter rooms of the abandonned asylum, sits this fireplace, every day the warm sun creeps in and strokes it’s face, it sits alone sleeping peacefully until it is used once more, or dies of old age.
Is it morning or evening? Nonetheless; it reminds me of that quiet morning mood I get into when the sunlight comes into my apartment.
Thank you, the picture was taken in the early evening, lovely light in an otherwise dark place, thanks again. Dale.
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