This post is in response to the 3 line tales – week 231

three line tales, week 231: the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset

“It’s incredible how the distant gates, the tall buildings, the thick cables holding up the bridge and hell, even the wheels of my bike and white lines beneath me, exist in pairs, as if made for each other. I guess there’s no one else as lonely as this poor lamp post in this scenery.”

“Ahem.. You!!”

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