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Violins where plucked just like grapes for wine, speaking in the vernacular of birds in the Amazon, the colours of orange and green with more species of bird in a square kilometer than they have in the entire Northern Hemisphere. Going to the outback as an adventurer Might have been our grandfather’s idea, one that I might share if things were different. But we have dreams of large cities couple with an ocean view, and we both want to capture it. From the sun setting to the people it contains to the raindrops falling off a precipice, going nowhere. We’re artist, we can share our passion, our passion shares us.
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May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
Share Our Passion
Violins where plucked just like grapes for wine, speaking in the vernacular of birds in the Amazon, the colours of orange and green with more species of bird in a square kilometer than they have in the entire Northern Hemisphere. Going to the outback as an adventurer Might have been our grandfather’s idea, one that I might share if things were different. But we have dreams of large cities couple with an ocean view, and we both want to capture it. From the sun setting to the people it contains to the raindrops falling off a precipice, going nowhere. We’re artist, we can share our passion, our passion shares us.
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May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
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