February 3, 2016

Senglea, Malta. October, 2015

Sometimes in our travels, Jay will wonder why I stop to photograph the things I do. Here's one example. During a warm morning stroll along the harbor, I saw this example of graffiti, employing, well, some universal language. I have no idea who may have written this, but I hope the sentiment expressed passed quickly.

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