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Aug 2019
We sit, backs to each other.
We are a mirror representation of each other,
Yet we are nothing alike.
Still, it is hard to distinguish one from the other.
A still framed image of a certain time and place.
Some may call me history,
Others,
Art.
(c)ibarker
Barker
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Barker  M/Ottawa
(M/Ottawa)   
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