Travis and Buffalo Bayou

The girl has a yoga mat on this windy day

The Russian wears a Hawaiian shirt 

Hotelier is smoking in the corner

The handyman stares at his phone with a grin

The short guy attempts, and fails, to flirt

Trees pray that the weather gets warmer

The monk stops looking around and turns within. 

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