There were so many languages in that mall that I felt like I was at the Tower of Babel.
Or should I say, Babble?
That place was a nightmare.
Large people, small people, kids who should be in school, people who should be working -- it was the middle of the day on Wednesday.
What the heck?
They were shooting some money into the economy.
Note to self: Never go to that mall again. Ever.
In fact, no mall ever.
Or should I say, Babble?
That place was a nightmare.
Large people, small people, kids who should be in school, people who should be working -- it was the middle of the day on Wednesday.
What the heck?
They were shooting some money into the economy.
Note to self: Never go to that mall again. Ever.
In fact, no mall ever.
These shutters belonged to a defunct car repair.
I love the playfulness of colors in Florida --
everything here bleaches out so --
that this colorful array shows optimism by its artist.
Eh.
I guess, that was before they went out of business?
Wait. Here's the front door -- maybe he's at the beach?
That's all I got.
I love the playfulness of colors in Florida --
everything here bleaches out so --
that this colorful array shows optimism by its artist.
Eh.
I guess, that was before they went out of business?
Wait. Here's the front door -- maybe he's at the beach?
That's all I got.
I love the brightly colored shutters. And bright colors in general. And the beach, and dolphins, and lots of foreign languages. But not malls.
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