

GravityIn the first rays of the sun that glide over the frozen fields we find a certain nostalgia for the things we are taught to want, the things we will never have.Gravity
And coming with the sunrise, the in and out of our frosted breath is the realisation that there are no more true stories. Even though we feel the cold of the delicate snowflakes on our upturned faces we feel no more laughter. No more tears.
There is nothing left here, so now we turn away. How long can we believe that "We make our own destinies"? There are no more true stories. All that we have left ar
Shadow on field
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Take me back to Oz.
Junior
PS how did gettin the model go?
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"Judge Dredd found dead Face down in Snoopy's bed Outside Tweetie pie's Getting itchy on more supplies Meanwhile Snow White Gets ready for work tonight Turning tricks with crystal tips Trying to make the best of it's absurd"
Fluke's "Absurd"
4 the fav
I came here to thank you for the fave a couple of days ago, but then I went to look at your gallery and quite liked it and forgot why I came here
So I'm back to thank you and to tell you that you're doing a fine job here with your photographs. Keep it up!
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Perhaps the waves are saying: Remember your dreams ~ Remember your dreams ~ Remember your dreams
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Stewie: Let me guess, you picked out yet another colorful box with a crank that I'm expected to turn and turn until OOP! big shock, a jack pops out and you laugh and the kids laugh and the dog laughs and I die a little inside.
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