Stumbling across

Stumbling across the remnants of the refinery today feels like discovering the ruins of a lost city. I walked along roads that led nowhere, greenery lapping at their edges like an incoming tide. There were rows of decapitated streetlights, and the last of the summer wildflowers burst out of giant concrete cylinders at erratic angles. Meanwhile, the rusting niches of the biggest surviving structure, the deep-water jetty that marches out into the creek, provided nesting spots for birds.

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