Thursday, February 17, 2011

From the Vaults

she is not there
The vaults below The Old Mint feel weighted with the heavy air of coins, ingots, ghosts and history. It is as though the rehabilitation of this pre-Quake fortress, surviving the Great Fire of 1906 and still showing the blackish scars, has opened the doors into the the very vaults of our city's past. You can feel it down there where the shiny riches of The Sierra Nevada once rest, guarded tightly, hoarded like Gollum's stash, waiting to be spent on everything and nothing.
there she is

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