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Population: 5,105

Location: 32.6538, -83.7596

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The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
On the right track

On the right track

By MaryAlice
Winters track of solitude

Winters track of solitude

By MaryAlice
Lonesome for Wheels

Lonesome for Wheels

By MaryAlice
A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

A strangers eyes rest upon this lonely wayside coaling tower.

By MaryAlice
A Missile, Byron, GA

A Missile, Byron, GA

By chekki
The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

The enduring appeal of an old rusty soul.

By MaryAlice
But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

But a land without ruins is a land without memories ~ A land without memories is a land without history.

By MaryAlice
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