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!”

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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  1. come-downstairs posted this