A single flower becomes a bouquet. In time. A foundation becomes a building, a building a skyscraper. A row of skyscrapers becomes a city’s landscape.
A single flower becomes a bouquet. In time. A foundation becomes a building, a building a skyscraper. A row of skyscrapers becomes a city’s landscape.
Posted by Peter Weiss in Friendship, Uncategorized
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