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4 Ways of Looking at a Viaduct.

At age 8: I’m going to come back in the summer and go swimming.

At age 15: Cool place to smoke a bowl, Schwilly.

At age 33: You can still see the old pilings. I can’t imagine building a bridge for a train only using wood.

At age 51: I can turn anything into a blog post — anything. F it’s cold.

Bloop Single to Right.

Today’s entry makes it 45 days posting in a row. Yep, it counts.

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