the bridge looks at its neighbor, envies it for someone walking across. “It’s just a single guy,” the neighbor answers, always able to tell when things between them are somewhat amiss. “Don’t sweat it.” “It’s November. I won’t,” the bridge blushed.

Alster bridge 9

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