Weekly Photo Challenge: On The Move
Like the pigeons, we looked – we were – homeless. Ever on the move, wherever a whim might take us. Sometimes we circled back upon ourselves, other times we chased down sudden directions.
Like the pigeons, we looked – we were – homeless. Ever on the move, wherever a whim might take us. Sometimes we circled back upon ourselves, other times we chased down sudden directions.
(Brought to you by Where’s My Backpack, St. Patrick’s Day and the color green).
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