As I stand in dusty lane that used to be MacMinute Main street, I can't help but wonder what's happened to the thriving community that once was an inviting place that felt like family.<br><br>From time to time you'll hear a ghost of the past rattle or moan, but like the creeking shutter pushed back and forth by the wind, it's only a reminder of what once was.<br><br><br><br>
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