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After my plan ended I turned to seriousness,  like an uncluttered aficionado I persisted with slide film, treating them as an unfurnished enrichment, for although not mounted their sleeves were of equal impression that captured the many verdant gardens visited, holding them to a light box; torn between being an Artist and a collector, a feeling seemed to be conjured, like a tentative transition my heart wanted change, tall shadows of people cast contra jour, a new benchmark for Autumns dry like thatch.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
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After my plan ended I turned to seriousness,  like an uncluttered aficionado I persisted with slide film, treating them as an unfurnished enrichment, for although not mounted their sleeves were of equal impression that captured the many verdant gardens visited, holding them to a light box; torn between being an Artist and a collector, a feeling seemed to be conjured, like a tentative transition my heart wanted change, tall shadows of people cast contra jour, a new benchmark for Autumns dry like thatch.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
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