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User Image to_be Posted: Sep 17, 2012 6:01 AM (UTC)

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Günaydın / Good morning - İyi Haftalar / Have a nice week ☀🍂🐔♥☁☕🍂 #Hipstamatic #JohnS #CanoCafenol

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User Image to_be Posted: Jan 1, 2018 10:53 PM (UTC)

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User Image to_be Posted: Dec 2, 2017 1:10 PM (UTC)

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“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.” M. Atwood (The Tent)
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Many thanks to @mobile_phoneography and @mandy.cook for this feature. I am honored. 🙏♥️ #Mobile_Phoneography
User Image to_be Posted: Nov 10, 2017 5:01 PM (UTC)
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User Image to_be Posted: Oct 28, 2017 11:38 AM (UTC)

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“Everything measurable passes, everything that can be counted has an end. Only three things are infinite: the sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.” Gustave Flaubert