A Statue Of A Man Holding An Apple Art

bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
a demon with a sword in his hand
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
a drawing of a woman sitting on the ground
a drawing of a woman with a hammer in her hand
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
urban street with city activity
a painting of a knight with a bird on his arm
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
bicyle resting against a wall
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.