Standing in a ring in a field, flashes go off around no one and nothing. I’ve never enjoyed touching walls. From where I came from I hear “Behold! I am being photographed!”
Posted on Sunday, 17 July 2011
Posted on Sunday, 17 July 2011
Standing in a ring in a field, flashes go off around no one and nothing. I’ve never enjoyed touching walls. From where I came from I hear “Behold! I am being photographed!”
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