The Tale of Fred

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A large part of why I started this blog was to share the story of Fred. Fred isn’t a person, it’s a place. Why Fred? Because even abandoned forgotten places deserve a name.

In the next few weeks I’ll be sharing the sad and beautiful tale of Fred.

Stay tuned . . .

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