Beneath the oak tree was the perfect spot to watch his apartment. Under the leaf-thick branches, looking down from the third floor, she was hidden from view. The coffee cup in her hands wasn’t for the caffeine, it was only a prop in case someone walked up, and questioned why she was there.
Their affair ended badly, but she wasn’t ready to give him up completely. They simply needed to talk, and she was sure they could work it all out. His light was on, she could knock on his door.
She would say she was just passing by.
Thin spiral notebook 
Painful to think of her sitting there…but I loved the picture, it gave the story more depth.
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I love the causal nature of this but with so much emotional depth. It’s a great take on the song.
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I want to tell her to keep on walking. I didn’t know you had classic brick structures like this on the Gulf Coast. Are you going farther afield for your photography?
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Good eye! This is a building on the campus of the University of North Carolina, Greensboro.
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