In front of my old childhood home from 55 years ago (am I really this old?)…contrasts of old and newer, patches of cement and weeds. My shadow of what was a very innocent boy.
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In front of my old childhood home from 55 years ago (am I really this old?)…contrasts of old and newer, patches of cement and weeds. My shadow of what was a very innocent boy.
