Greensleeves echoes around the hills as the ice cream van seduces our will to freeze our lips on the cones he sells. © Brenda Aksionov 2014 Related PostsYesterday’s EchoesStill Of The NightMowing DronePounding Waves Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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