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Little flower
Gray, cold, foggy ... The sun with clouds swollen. Chill blows up in the soul ... What can I avoid loneliness? Joy will deliver as a gift I make myself - hardly a woman, who does not enjoy flowers ...
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Friday Evening - the first summer evening
Let us fly high and charming with magical feelings and spirituality over the small spells, aspirations, of the slanderous longing!
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Cobweb
Now you're silent ... but know that someday, intoxicated by his victories, how do you realize, that without me the world looks gray, even a winner ...
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monomad
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Monomad sigh
This evening the company is doing my Devil. He told me, "Draw a sigh." (The task ... devilish How do you draw this !?) Is there a Sigh Color? Maybe ... indigo dark, do we succumb to deceitful
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Neptune's wrath
Punta carena Lighthouse Capri island, Italy
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Look to the endless
A ladder I will do myself, leading up to the stars. From my dreams I will make her ... to reach the sun's rays. The first step will be a rose powder. Every next one will be a memory. The last one will
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nature
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The morning
I wake up on the morning of life, coffee I drink without a voice, hurts that silently and I go to the final hour. Gymnastics for the Soul I had planned with a friend - Alas ... did not come with your thoughts
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art
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Surrealism
Turn point - direction reverse ... Strong development - missing coverage ... Developed Squirrels - fallen men ... Monkey Additions - rights - removed ... Thin accounts - brain without folds ... Thick neck
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photography
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Morning mists over the new bridge in the city
I got off the blue wagon just in time, somewhere around 5:53. I stepped on a native land with a good mood. The city was just awakening from sleep, and I was climbing the first hill that was supposed to
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monomad
7y
Alone in the dark
I am the dark man myself now and no one sees me crying! I stand in the dark and nobody notices that I'm there! No one ever remembers my name. Alone in the dark as I always stand. I am alone and I do not
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monomad
7y
The meanders
Your hands do not know how much they remember. With cacti stitch the emptiness. Subject to unprecedented laws, clocks go backwards. Did you earn smiles - butterflies? In the curves of my footprint nesting
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nature
7y
Meeting... 😊
We met! Then we got away! Fire fires! The rain sank him. My face shook for a smile. You look down and everything is desolate. Life met us, as a last chance! As a check? A sudden exam! Maybe- joke ...!
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Always two, always..
You may be far from me and in unknown worlds to travel. You can wander and wander, trying to find happiness. But I will always be with you, wherever you go. You will always love me because my love will
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Naked Truth
The naked truth trembled in the corner with a ragged dress, a dark face. Outside was an autumn wind, he covered the paths of autumn leaves. Clouds-smoke clouded the Sun, a cold autumn rain spat. Deserted
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cars
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200sx с om606, 395hp
As the sky climbs high, speaks the lighter echo. I smoke slowly. Smoke like a cat looking for my eyes for a while.
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Dancing with the shadows
Clock ticking. I hear your equal breathing. I'm trying to keep the beat and I dance with you in a dream. I touch you cunningly with your silk scarf. I'm sliding on you lips, and you burn all. It is no
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photography
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Brunnen, Switzerland
Traffic in Brunnen may surprise you. The riders were two - from a neighboring village. We served a little while I was waiting for the line on the fountain - the horses were thirsty 💦 I allowed me to shoot
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photography
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The scent of the city
Smell of my breeze in the morning my town and washes it on a warm autumn day in his cups hungry rain is poured, and a rusty leaf tears collect. Chummers are beaches and chicken hens, but hungry claws curl
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nature
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We woke up
We woke up the flowers with love longing and the sun shone with playful looks. And on that day burning and gentle a hundred live flames rose in us. And I sank into magical magic and inhaling the scent
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