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| Hello me! |
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| Hello row, hello windows. |
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| Cars reflect too. |
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| Union Ave |
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| No turn on red. |
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Puddles
Leaving the graveyard, entranced suddenly by all the puddles, just the right light to put the sky on the ground to reflect everything onto (best of all) the black asphalt and smashing together dimensions so if I wanted to, maybe I could examine the treetops or roofs as closely as in a microscope. Slides cut by the shape of the ground.
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