As I walk along the river’s side. The sun begins to set for the days early departure. My imagination wanders as a cool breeze stimulates a sagacious feeling in me that I know that I am alive. I am but a pilgrim alone that can do little, but to try and share the scope of my appreciation for this experience of the things around me. And if my only mark upon this world is the idea that I’ve carried the message. I have succeeded. I do not know who creates these sculptures but I feel as though we share the same autonomy.
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