Tag: Freedom

Chains

The chains moving with the movement of air caught my eye over my shoulder. In context, it was an unusual ...

Lot

The visual image from my walk past the Royal Theatre lingers.  I could feel a sense of arbitrariness, of being forced ...

Fog

This morning did not, for me at least, start foggy.  With a cup of coffee in hand, I looked out over ...

Gates

The day had been overcast, grey, and humid.  One knew it was not going to rain, even as one was left ...

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