They remind me of picket fences (Tom would have a hard time painting these)
Sometimes I go to places that so resembles something I’ve read in a book that I feel like I’m in that book and someone’s reading about me. When we went to see the Bangui Windmills, I felt a little like that. For so long, I’ve enviously viewed so many photos of friends (both online and IRL) who went that place that visiting it myself and seeing the humongous, white, fan-like structures against the brilliant blue sky was almost surreal. I couldn’t quite believe that I was there.
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