I can't remember this photographer's name, but I like the picture. It is silly and innocent and dangerous all at once. If only. . . .
But I have to keep working at the factory. I bought two Powerball tickets last night and didn't hit a single number. I am lucky in some things and have no luck in others. My life has been charmed, but I have been cursed to work. I'd rather play with the lilies of the field forever. I should have lived in France. I think that is where this photograph was taken. I know little about it or the photographer.
Jesus. I am being beckoned from work. I slept too late and am now compromised. My time should be freer in a couple weeks. Until then, there will be other people's photographs and short posts. Such is the life of a working man.
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