Of Bridges and New Lands

 

I’ve had this image of a bridge in my mind all day long.  A faded brick one with pale pink flowers growing all over it. I’ve often wished I lived near a bridge.  Have you?

 

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Have a lovely day, dolls and gents! 😀

 

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