The Broken Tower
In French Catalunya, as a kid, I spent sunsets up that hill, on the right, where you can see the vestige of what we named the Broken Tower, just between the mother thingie's claws. On the other side of the hill was our house, and that hill was our garden. That old watchtower used to have some brick, and you could wonder if some rusty metal vampires were slowly sucking its life. #SecretSidekick
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