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River rush, early sunrise catches an edge
of snow on the highest ridge.
Golden.
Ice, moss, steam.
Hot spring.
Sulphur.
A robin and the echoes of last night’s
million stars.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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