A missing saddle
Ernst Jäger
May 13, 2021
1 min read

At the border of the Kibbutz I noticed a child's bicycle leaned against the old rusty wire fence. The saddle was missing, but it seemed ready to be used.

At the border of the Kibbutz I noticed a child's bicycle leaned against the old rusty wire fence. The saddle was missing, but it seemed ready to be used.


























































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