Waiting for the little boy who rode him whizzing down the slopes long ago. Patient. Quiet. At rest. Hopeful.
Things with a past unknown intrigue me.
I tend to sit and wonder at them, making up a narrative in my head.
Things with a past unknown intrigue me.
I tend to sit and wonder at them, making up a narrative in my head.
1 comment:
Ah yes. I do the same. This is beautiful.
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