Years ago in T City I came across this message scrawled onto the pavement with some yellow chalk. Luckily I had my disposable camera in tow [I did say years ago... Loblaws + disposables + processing included = great Saturdates].
I always wondered just what had happened to "her" and what had happened to the chalk bearer... was it a break up? Was it a death? A friend going away? A right of passage? I would expect this confession to appear along Kensington, or perhaps the early days of Queen West, but the intersection of McCaul & Richmond seemed most unlikely for a tragic love tale.
Whoever went through it, wherever it took place, I'm glad they documented it, if only until the next rain fall.
HJane ♥
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