Good morning here/everyone
I and my dog goes for a walked yesterday and along the way I saw an old red bicycle on the street. its beautiful
It was leaning against a lamppost, its paint is new although they paint it with not accurate for a bicycle material it caught me so perfectly awesome鉂わ笍馃挄
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Despite its worn appearance, it had a certain charm鈥攁 reminder of simpler times., and the tires looked like they hadn鈥檛 been pumped in years. It made me wonder about its history and the journeys it had taken.
Who rode it last? Where had it been?
There鈥檚 something poetic about forgotten objects and the stories they silently tell.
In some points there is a good thing when we keep old things they will become antique and perfecftly remembered the bad especially the good memory on it.
until next time have a good day.
