When we went to Philly we took a train. I think the trip back was like a therapy session for me! I just stared out the window at all of the trees & waterways. When we would get to a town or station there would be dilapidated buildings with broken windows covered in vines, rusty structures & bridges. The kind of things that speak to my soul!
*something about these images feels a little bit west Texas to me. Maybe it's the color...
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the color and the plains = west texas
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