sounds of the city sifting through the trees

my sister has taken hundreds of pictures that are similar to this in all of the different places that she has visited….old friends, sitting on a park bench, either deep in conversation, or just quietly enjoying each other’s company. it doesn’t matter if the friends are sitting in bilbao, shanghai, berlin or even syria….one can’t help but immediately create a ‘split-second-story’ of what’s going on in the lives of those friends. and the wonderful thing is that it’s a different story for each of us – it’s our own individual story for this special group. i always wonder if my story, is ever their story….


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