I live on Molukkenstraat. Every day something wonderful or horrible happens outside my window. Sometimes its simple and real, other times I think perhaps an abscess from a shattered discarded brain is leaking imagination onto the street.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Poor Old Chap
This sweet old man just tipped over. I am not sure what happened but I hope he is sitting peacefully with his Jack Russell in front of a fire. Its July but freezing.
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