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“To be a still point in a turning world…”
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Jennifer
“… crocodile tears and butterfly kisses, I miss the smell of fresh grass on the wind.”
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Jennifer
“Through me is the way to the woeful city.”
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Rachel
“Close my eyes, ignore the smoke…”
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Ok, the photo spam is over for the night. Time to get back to photoshop. I’ve neglected it for entirely too long.
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“Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.”
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Ryan
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” -
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Jewells
basking in reflected glory
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Camilla
Give someone enough rope…
