I looked up at the waning daytime moon two days ago and caught sight of a whale weather vane that, in turn, was intercepted by an oak beam running into a brick wall. There was “poetry” in this shot, or at least something to think about.
I looked up at the waning daytime moon two days ago and caught sight of a whale weather vane that, in turn, was intercepted by an oak beam running into a brick wall. There was “poetry” in this shot, or at least something to think about.
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