Searching For Rainbows After The Storm
This bridge and I have become fast friends. It speaks not a single word. It is the old and the new all in the same space at the same time. What was and what is as it leads to a another place.
Written by Arlene
March 18, 2009 at 2:19 am
Posted in Around Town, Gender, Life, photography
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I’ve always liked bridges.
super des
March 18, 2009 at 10:33 am
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I’ve always liked bridges.
super des
March 18, 2009 at 10:33 am