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How do I find out more about these homes, I really love the look of this one. What state is this? I want a nice Northern Home, with room for visitors.

Are any of these beautiful homes for sale? If so how do I get the information on them? Are they in safe areas?
Thanks

Motts man this image is F***ing AMAZING!! hey but where is this place?

You wonder what happened to the patients, who used these toothbrushes. Are they forgotten, just like these toothbrushes left behind? This picture makes me want to cry.

It gives the feeling that once you enter this hospital,, you will never again leave it.

This room really evokes a feeling of sadness, and despair.

I have sent an email informing them of how appalled I am at this revolting exploit.

No, I didn't know about this... it's a shame that people will just download something you created, edit it and slap thier logo on top without a second thought.

Thank you Lynne

The original Kirkbride idea of the wings is that the rooms wouldn't look into other rooms, and also have a maximum of fresh air.

in some situations, hydrotherapy was a so called 'therapy' for psych patients, but also it was used for patients in nursing homes and hospitals who had contracted limbs, to try to relax to muscles, so they could try to straighten them out a bit, the water was very warm, sort of like a hot tub.

Okay.......

HydroTherapy was in no way warm water. It was ice cold designed to shock the paitents, for what purpose I do not know, I'm just a mechanic. But I do know for a fact it was not plesant.

Broken Mirror
I sat in dream one afternoon,

reality in doubt

With eyes closed tight and nodded head,

images about.

I saw a golden mirror

on a wall of deepest black

And as I gazed upon it,

no images came back.

But when I turned to walk away,

it shimmered in its splendor

And revealed itself to be

my lifetime's secret tender.

It showed the times I'd smiled and laughed,

it showed the times I'd won

It showed to me my golden hours,

the times through triumph gone

But woven through the clouds of joy

and mists of exaultation

I found a black and silken cord

in every situation.

I grasped it by its tattered end

and pulled out all the slack,

And within seconds all the clouds

and mist had turned to black.

No more laughter, no more smiling;

lightning filled the skies.

Scenes of horror, scenes of pain.

Tortured, hate-filled cries

Filled the mirror of my life

as new dark times emerged.

I saw the screams that no one saw,

the tears that no one heard.

All the times I was the fool

and blindly followed on.

Then with broken heart and soul,

I cried until the dawn.

How can this be? How is it true?

Was I such the dupe?

Instead of standing high and proud,

I was forced to stoop.

No more the pain, the shocking truth,

this torture to endure.

I'd rid myself of memory,

this evil gone for sure.

So with my unprotected hand

I dealt the fatal blow

And as result the crimson tide

of regret did flow.

But as I stood there staring,

I realized something more.

My life is like that mirror,

shattered on the floor.

Just Sad!!!