here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
It looks like a guy with his arms outstretched waiting to catch you... hmm...
as i attempted to say yesterday, but blogger froze, that bridge is having some troubles. all wonky
First post had errors (sorry - and my mother is an English teacher, ha!) Bridges can be a means for us to follow towards a destination we either have created, was given us, or simply a traversing amidst some random sojourn. I wonder, though, if the architect was in need of a pay check, or if he/she was attempting to share with the world in what way possible what was phenominal witin them. Brilliant photo... be well.
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