Music has no age

At the flee marked people were selling their old records, this man looked like he just found what he hoped for, remembering the days back then with the band

Grandmother waiting

The toddler turned around again, looking, trying to make sense of what I was doing with the brushes and paper... and the grandmother just waited, knowing it could take a while

Three more beers on a hot day

He came out of the small shop, it was around noon on a very hot day. He didn't wait for the lights to change to green, just crossed the street heading over towards the bench in the shade. Back to the bench he came from just a minute ago

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