Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Bridges I have lost shoes from. No.3
2 comments:
Babs
said...
Wrong as usual! It's not a bridge it's an aqueduct!
2 comments:
Wrong as usual! It's not a bridge it's an aqueduct!
Two shoes lost in the Herault must be a pair.
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