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Sunday, March 29, 2015

A tree Grows in Brooklyn ❤️❤️❤️❤️


The one tree in Francie's yard was neither a pine nor a hemlock. It had pointed leaves which grew along green switches which radiated from the bough and made a tree which looked like a lot of opened green umbrellas. Some people called it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenement districts.

Some photos taken on my walking journeys ...




The things I see along my way ...


Swirl into your souls abyss 





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