I must have walked by this door a thousand times before I ever took a picture of it because it is on a busy street and I was always in a hurry when I passed in front of it. One day, when I wasn't in a hurry, I stopped to look at the door and fell in love. This door and its frame have lived and it shows. It sits there quietly, like any other door does, but somehow it is alive and when you finally hear it's silent calls to come visit it, you'll want to get to know it and make it your friend. Now, every time I pass in front of this door I tell it hello... because this door and I are old friends.
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