I still love the old cotton mill in Toccoa, but I’m afraid its fate is sealed. Who wants an old mill in this area. In Atlanta, it would be developed into cool condos with thriving places to eat nearby. Here, it sits on a hill alone and abandoned except for occasionally being used for a local roofing company’s storage. There’s no one to step up and buy it. So it remains little more than an iconic memory of a time long past.

Honestly, it seems sad—alone with doors and windows tightly closed.

It’s failing tower is a beacon in the late afternoon sunshine.

And the really cool doors along the side of the building are chained and locked.

Even an old valve shouts of a once vibrant history that is now faded and sends a message to those who stop to walk the old mills grounds.

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