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This building, and our coming into it, was and still is something of a meditation for me.

I've been eyeing it a long time. It's been boarded up as long as I've been aware of it. A forgotten space that's seen so much. Built for fortune seekers coming in with the gold rush. A hotel, a drinking hole, a shabeen... How many lives have been ruined inside these walls? It's seen eras, so much change. Remnants are everywhere in there.

Soon it will be something new again.

For a moment, this place was full of love. Washes of sound bouncing off all the walls, music and people and smiles. So much newness. The past is a ghost. The future is now. And now. And now.

In the words of Tumi Mogorosi, like a mantra, Love and Light.