I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Urban poetry



Not so urban a sight anymore, perhaps -- big cities have mostly buried all the lines underground -- but I like how the crisscross of these wires in Graham are almost abstract against that gloomy sky.

I did finally get the missing duffel bag, by the way.

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