Monday, June 13, 2011

A Picture Paints a Word or Two

I'm a writer, so I couldn't help but notice all the words shouting at me wherever I walked. Most are part of exhibits, statues, or facades, but they all seemed to be cluing me in to some greater meaning. Or maybe I was reading far too much into them. Still, they spoke to me and put my surroundings into a very different context.

(To all those who have established and are maintaining the right to refuse to kill, Their foresight and courage gives us hope.)

(Is life a boon? If so, it must befal that death, whene'er he call must call too soon.)

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