my easter sunday consisted of a bike ride; it was little cold, but a nice day for a roll– moments of spring sun poured onto the asphalt.
i had to go to the j-school. campus was eerie, completely dead, seemed like a zombie movie. i like the fact that i have 24 hour access.
everything was closed downtown, so i decided to check La Petite bakery's dumpster: gold mine – as you can see. i filled my backpack.
almost forgot it was easter, until i saw the balloons, the colors; impatient children poured from congregations.
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dumpster diving for bread on the day the lard was resurrected... sounds kind of ironic!
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