“The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.”
~ Mark Twain ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in September 2017.
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RHYMES WRUNG
“The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.”
~ Mark Twain ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in September 2017.
© 2021 nightpoet all rights reserved
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Avenues, Boulevards, Broth, Cats, Cobblestones, Digital Imagery, Fingers, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Rain, Rhymes, Rues, Sigh, Skies, Song, Spats, Streets, Thimble, Time, Trees, Try, Wind
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