How many stories this bridge could tell? How many marks and scars show the time and the passing by? How many times we passed by, not even noticing who is standing firm under our feet? I wonder how many things it had witness and kept the secrets within.
A younger generation with a different experience. Still waves goodby to so many over time. Witness the passing by of life. For fun or for work we go by, taking for granted their function in our lives. People might leave but they stay firmly for the next generation to come and holding all the stories that they saw.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Bridge
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