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The Big Apple

I never know what I’ll find when I stumble around the streets of the downtown core.  This was a great find in a looked up warehouse lot.  It seemed like a geriatric ward for signs.  There was so much life left in them but there they sat, unconnected.  Piled together and waiting to be used as scrap.

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