Pidgin on the Menil Collection building.
Reminds me of a song my father wrote for his first grade students about pidgins:
Twelve pidgins, twelve pidgins, on a telephone wire
They’re watching the sunrise go higher and higher
It’s cold and it’s chilly, but they pay it no mind
They all are together and feeling just fine
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