Bicycles are automatically abstract. I love the way they paint the sidewalk in patterns of shadow on a sunny morning.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Friday, May 12, 2017
Urban poetry
Bicycles are automatically abstract. I love the way they paint the sidewalk in patterns of shadow on a sunny morning.
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shadows,
urban poetry
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