Some things in life can not be duplicated. They are created as if through magic and plopped into reality. Still dripping with inspiration.
High atop a limestone bluff in Valley Park was conjured a workable alter of joy.
Blue painted concrete, scrappy green summertime, and suburban interstate highway as far as the eye can see.
2 comments:
RIP Wet Willy's. Gone but not forgotten.
I remember actually watersliding on that thing when I was like 4.
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