A quiet moment in a non-famous laneway. I don’t know where this one was…
We were wandering around after (or was it before) we got to the Queen Victoria Markets, when I spotted the spray paint. The usual “Stop, I’ve got to get this,” and fifteen minutes of waiting around for yours truly. I’m really fortunate to have friends who don’t mind my shutter-bugging.
Especially this friend. We tried to work out last weekend whether we met in 1992 or ’93. We couldn’t remember! It’s hazy, but it doesn’t matter. We’re still here. (Thank you, M. For last weekend. For the years. And everything.)
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