Gradiations of pink and stripes across the sky. A pile of inorganic rubbish hastily dumped in a ditch. Skeletal children playing with broken tennis balls. An abandoned skate park, with still-pristine concrete. Dozens of small rabbits venturing out to drink with the frogs as the sun is swallowed by the trees. A dead-end of half-full shopping carts and half-dead zombies. We cut through the overgrown horseshoe pits, and across uneven bocce ball courts to make it home before the clouds begin to clench.
11:21 a.m. - 2020-01-29
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