When I first "discovered" the Van Buren Street bridge it was situated in a park-like setting. The street ended here with old bricks, blooming flowers and a young Bradford pear tree. The turquoise house next door added an additional backdrop to the quaint feeling. Now, the whole area is neglected with weeds taking over the bricks, the tree is dead and the turquoise house is empty and full of junk.
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