ruthz

By ruthz

after the rain

the city sky is never as blue as after a after a rainy day with strong winds - the air is clearer when the water has washed away the dirt from the streets and the pavements. Cleaning up like tears over a pair of worn out shoes,  Too late to resist when change is already there. Walking easier without the old ballasts, towards the new, the unknown.

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