Still life shot of a rusty old paint bucket under dramatic lighting.
Says the janitor, I’m wiping
down the board
so tomorrow will be a little
easier
as today is soaked up like a cold
wet rag as if to
remember.
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Danny P. Barbare grew up and lives in Greenville, SC. He has a deep Southern accent having rarely traveled from the South. When he does travel he loves going to the nearby mountains he can see out his back door, and a four to five hour drive to the beach.
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