"There are days when the mere act of seeing feels like pure joy" Robert Doisneau

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

WANDS AND CHERRYS AND PIPES






The wand is nestled in it's cradle idle, the sign stored behind the walls. What's this world coming to when you can't even keep a self-wash viable?

It was a drab day and I felt drabby.

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