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The wall is constant, like the earth. We flicker through the frame like a moth at a light, and we are gone.

Emmanuel states it well; me, not near so philosophical.  I wonder why so much is spent on a street without repairing the buildings ;-)... Mike

Nice capture and tones, the realities of our lives, well done.

I like a lot this sense of movement among ancient walls of poor buildings.