That paintings wall is the night of the Bridge

That paintings wall is the night of the Bridge

That paintings wall is the night of the Bridge Just think, in the custom is forgotten by the wind printing, green and red, canvas nz pick up a bit, in the wind, the scent of a dream. Everybody together, have enough to drink, wine, others are scattered, and it’s not too late to look at the sky, is through and slightly, want to go out to walk around. Hanging down the lug sun road, along the way, unconsciously, just straight bridge street art paintings lane that came to the storehouse. I know, turn from the lane that go in, it is warehouse bridge street, old years old. The streets, I was been, stay away from me in shoaling gale prints home is not far, walk in the past ten minutes. People only know that shoaling hometown of lug sun, sheen garden, there are landing, prints online nz say warehouse Bridge…

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