The Street

27 Jan 2008

·jonbutch

This magic stretch of road, was built on a living graveyard. Only here can the dead rise, reap the battered lost dreams, steal them back from ungrateful hands. And with a labour of love, shared with fellow daisy pushers, they shine through pathways, sharing animation. Jon Butcher

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