What’s the story here?
As we walked through an early winter (late fall, actually) landscape, quiet, I spotted this old hat sitting peacefully upon a bench.
Discarded. Forgotten.
Had it seen better days before?
What’s the story here?
As we walked through an early winter (late fall, actually) landscape, quiet, I spotted this old hat sitting peacefully upon a bench.
Discarded. Forgotten.
Had it seen better days before?
