Stairs.
Cars.
Trees.
Sidewalks.
City.
Sometimes it's so beautiful that I can hardly breathe.
Cars.
Trees.
Sidewalks.
City.
Sometimes it's so beautiful that I can hardly breathe.
posted by Anne Herbert at 10:20 AM
Monday, November 28, 2005
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