Above was my beach chair for lunch. Millions and millions around, but not on this island. Below stairs had me thinking a metaphor with stairs -- how if your stairway stops/pauses for some reason, you begin building, creating your own steps. Think I had it more poetic in my mind than writing now. Maybe it will come to me again (Laughing. Likely better to wait to write this, but I still like how seeing the stairway like that evoked thought in me).
Last photo --- liked the paint peeling.
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