Fences

 

 

Aye ! ! The pitiful mark of man upon the landscape….

Fences. Cold spares elements and illusions. Pity, Pity !

About the fences. Dividing lines between here and now, and then

and there. This is mine this is mine. Fences.  Self-imprisonment.

                                                                                             Robert William Streeter©

 

I went passed this location the other day.

Someone had cut the tree down.

They'd not planted another. No replenishment......

 

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