Rabat, Rabat Prefecture, Morocco
We spent many days wandering the streets of wherever we were. No real goals, often just getting lost on purpose. Finding cool cafes and often attracted to the oddities. Have a look at these giant candy canes and Christmas caos we stumbled upon.
What will @thebombkids remember 20 years from now?
The woods may blur to recall, but a sense of passage must imprint. Right? We won’t forget will we? A smell, a certain turn of leaf, a sparkle on the water, something must stay!
Up, down and all around. Souls in seek. Itches scratched and hides peeked. So many strangers in the streets, each with a story with no time to write or read.
The clock ticks on our existence. We have but 1 life to live. 1 life to soak it up. To do or don’t. To will or won’t. Who paints the patterns of your dreams?
Such walls we build. Do they keep us out or in? That beyond, that over… those barricades and barníceles. Eventually nature overtakes.
Everyone wrinkles. Behind the eyes hide memories. Life is to long to remember it all. Perhaps a picture snapped will help it last.
Stack those memories like Sats. Ever accumulated!
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