Where the Tracks End

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While up in West Chester, I drove down a nondescript street lined with office parks. At one point, I rolled over some train tracks and instinctively looked either way. That’s when I noticed they ended in brush on one side.

I know nothing about the history of these tracks, and I haven’t had time to dig into it yet, but it’s wild to see them suddenly disappear into foliage without warning. They’ve obviously been abandoned, but I wonder for how long.

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