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I am an Experimental Photographer
abrahamfruitfly
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I am well. I've been sick since it's winter, though xD
how about you? <3
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<3Rachael.
RIP Lisa Fontaine, I miss you so much.
i'm doing a photoshoot today for a couple that's getting married. my first paid shoot. i'm excited and nervous!
let me know how it goes!
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<3Rachael.
RIP Lisa Fontaine, I miss you so much.
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I don't know the time
But it must be night
Cause it's dark outside...
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
goodnight!
(from chris and jeb)
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
it's probably like, 1:30 over there?
talk to you later.
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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