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There are only a few Banksy works around Toronto. I walk by this rat everyday, but one day somebody decided to “overwrite” it. No love? Why? Makes me sad.
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Brighton, UK
It seems that the beginning and end of so many different phases of my life are marked by the sea; the Pacific, Atlantic, English Channel—water always seems to have the power to pull me in but then it always inevitably sweeps me back out again.







