Green Man Roundabout

This island, framed by red brick and besieged by dust, dead grass and ancient municipal gardening implements, sits in a basin formed by surrounding highways. The foliage rustles, the dull tunnels echo wind. An occasional cyclist shoots by, spokes whirring. A central strip of tarmac divided by white line eats up what remains of the greenery.
The sloping entrances from four directions have provided intrigue and opportunities for exploration for our extra-terrestrial friends.

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Green Man Roundabout

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