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Peering through a old stone gate, its face well carved, in prayers attired, I saw a golden wall of late before which stood cracked streetlamps retired, their warming light now long gone yet they still glow stubbornly on
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC
The glow of broken lamps
Peering through a old stone gate, its face well carved, in prayers attired, I saw a golden wall of late before which stood cracked streetlamps retired, their warming light now long gone yet they still glow stubbornly on
I spotted some retired antique street lamps in the courtyard of the Edinburgh Museum, juxtaposed with a brightly painted yellow wall behind.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC
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