My life could be told in one word. Unfinished.
I like the starkness of the bare tree limbs against the brick.
I love the crooked lines crossing the rows of bricks, for a moment I thought the tree was painted on.
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I like the starkness of the bare tree limbs against the brick.
I love the crooked lines crossing the rows of bricks, for a moment I thought the tree was painted on.
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