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The long bridge has survived astonishingly well. Maybe that's due to the sudden drop in wear and tear, and in industrial exhausts too.

Time has been less clement elsewhere, and sanded away--literally--many other places.

Past the bridge are such miraculously preserved wonders as a whole car in a garage; but no gas.

There is a camera too, a roll film still inside. Sadly, the pictures in it are lost to the world forever.