This is a view from the underpass below the overpass across from an aging levelled parking garage on the fringe of the downtown core of Toronto. Even as a semi-occasional passerby, it's clear to see that the roads, exits, and bridges all appear to be crumbling under the weight of time and existence. Were they built w/ the love that I pour into these words? Were they built so that people could love? All types of love needs tending, obvious or not. Just like gardens and farmer’s fields, maintenance and nurturing are needed on city thoroughfares and streets the world over… These are the paths that bring us together. PEACE
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