Turned out it was closed and a guarantee of magic will happen on it's return. I doubt it. It's just another fine memory of a place being erased (gray squirrels).
So . . . . on the Ghost Train, it was. Some of us became kids again. It was magic.
Saturday, 12 March 2011
A ride on the Ghost Train
Today was an annual thing, a trip to re visit The Crooked House, re visit the kid in us all. It's a trip to let free from yourself.
Turned out it was closed and a guarantee of magic will happen on it's return. I doubt it. It's just another fine memory of a place being erased (gray squirrels).
So . . . . on the Ghost Train, it was. Some of us became kids again. It was magic.
Turned out it was closed and a guarantee of magic will happen on it's return. I doubt it. It's just another fine memory of a place being erased (gray squirrels).
So . . . . on the Ghost Train, it was. Some of us became kids again. It was magic.
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