Thursday, May 19, 2022

There’s a Story There, Stella's Brick Wall

I occasionally take photos of things I find curious, and wonder if there’s a story behind it. Without a clue, I create my own.  


Graffiti on the walls at Stella’s. Emo insisted on escorting Meg home on her 21st, chivalry intermingling with potential for romance. She ordered her grilled cheese without onions, anticipating this very moment. 

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