The sun...
Rising over the halcyon river on this brisk September morning made for a wondrous sight.
The rising and beginning of a brand new day as this ferry makes its way to Whitehall.
A brand new day that is still riddled with one question.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
The sun...
Rising over the halcyon river on this brisk September morning made for a wondrous sight.
The rising and beginning of a brand new day as this ferry makes its way to Whitehall.
A brand new day that is still riddled with one question.
Sometimes we stop to smell the roses but we cannot ignore the questions inside of us..
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