On a lonely cement slab, exposed to the elements, fir needles have been blown by the wind and shaped by the rain into a heart.
I like the way this heart lies on the crack in the cement, sort of like a bandage of love.
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Saturday, May 23, 2009
Fir Needles Blown in the Wind
On a lonely cement slab, exposed to the elements, fir needles have been blown by the wind and shaped by the rain into a heart.
I like the way this heart lies on the crack in the cement, sort of like a bandage of love.
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