Yesterday, I drove myself and my parents out into the country to take pictures. We ended up in the outskirts of Gurley. There is a very small church that we have stopped at once before a few years ago to take pictures. It is called Gurley Church of Jesus. Abandoned and not very well constructed, it has fallen to vandalism. Every single window is broken, and ragged curtains move with the wind through the shattered glass. When one first goes there, they would think it eerie and a bit scary, but once you walk around and touch the building, you realize that it is a place to be cherished and captured in memories. This old place of worship seemed almost sacred to me...
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