It's like the Henry Ford, only with the honesty of graffiti and neglect.
Even if you know Flat Rock, you might not know about this train yard. It’s not very big and it’s sort of off a side street that doesn’t have much of anything on it besides this little twin track space and a building that used to take rail traffic. These empty cars were just left to rust and their molecules returned to the earth by the longest possible route.
Across the road, an angry Mother Nature looks on, patiently waiting to reclaim what was hers. Her sentinels already seem to be stretching out to take back these cars.
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