The Joins

[suki_fleet]

We wander derelict wasteland, somehow lost between Jamaica lane and the river, and stand on maps of concrete cracked and burst with the green fuses of weeds. They wind through the fissures, green lines forming a pathway…

Suddenly, like the force of a hurricane, I’m blown away; by the beauty, the colours, the unstoppable force of life.

I look over at

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[helga_zelda]

I like this too.