sethsnap

There’s this old rundown junk yard looking place just off the bike trail.  There are quite a few odds and ends lying around there, including some fancy old cars.  For some reason, when I see the place, it makes me think of the Djinn.  Perhaps I imagine there is an old bottle with a big strapping genie inside, waiting for a rub.  Then I think of the wishes I’d be granted.   How about you? Pretend I am your genie, what are your wishes?

 

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