What is it about this that keeps me looking back at this one? I don't know. Maybe I never will. It is the linear game being played in the composition? Is the ghosts that were here and left nothing but footprints? The image prevails and leaves me wondering
Strolling down the path she thought back to her youth when trees lined the street and the roads were alive with horse and carriage. Progress meant less trees and less horse dung.....you gotta take the good with the bad.
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