A scrap of a poem pasted on a wall in my neighborhood. Some of the paper was torn off, some looked like it had embedded itself into the wall. Very unusual. This was the only thing that caught my eye on today’s snowy walk. I find the matte and monochromatic gray-white-ness of these winter days very beautiful, but it can be hard to capture.

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