27 Mar 2022

I think about Romanesque arches and about vaults opening within us. Up in Astoria the wind whips my bike around but things are calmer, too, the Greek woman picking up an order of food. In another life, what would this place have opened in me?

Tall stone arches underneath a bridge stack to create layers of arches, extending back, with a patch of green grass in the foreground.

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