A day of too-warm breeze insulating a mild sun. Passing by the heavy black-metal fencing of a recently abandoned church. Bushes full of honeybees remain as it's sole worshipers. Industrious and thankless bloom-tenders, even during The Great Pause. We pass by one another in the reverence of silence. For just a few infinite moments, this is all there is.
8:06 p.m. - 2020-05-06
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