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But it's 3am, I captured the changes of advantage points in you. This was not planned. You view the beautiful skyline above, when all I see is blue. Seeing through the naked eye occured rarely, with reflected risk. Time is a mechanic, it still orbits our imaginations.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
The Visuals.
But it's 3am, I captured the changes of advantage points in you. This was not planned. You view the beautiful skyline above, when all I see is blue. Seeing through the naked eye occured rarely, with reflected risk. Time is a mechanic, it still orbits our imaginations.
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17/F/Perth
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
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