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| Imagine a Panther on this side of the bars. |
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Monochrome Monday
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| Coldness makes smoke creeping in the horizontal. Any similarity to any caste system is merely coincidental. |
Friday, January 18, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
On the road
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| Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, 1856 |
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