In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
When not running 24 hours a day during a campaign, the plant was being repaired. Every sugar mill has a large shop and parts room for those times.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise