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| I crave. Colors. Blues and oranges. Purples and yellows. Greens and browns. Smells Cedar. Wet forest. Fall. Lilac. Nutmeg. Fresh linen. BACON! Sounds. Music. Rain Noise. Thunder Roar. *cough* Soft moanings from the people next door *cough* But really, out of all those, the one that people seems to not understand is my craving for colors. My world just stops when I come accross my color of the moment. I will actually stop hearing you. All my attention will be directed towards this shiny thing that happens to be the exact color I was craving. Until I drank enough of it. That is probably why I call my time spent out for photo shooting "hunting". I'm looking for something that will satisfy those hunger. But for the last one, really... taking a photo of a wall won't do any good. And hmm, I'm too poor right now to pay for models. ;_; |
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I accept Master Chief as my Savior. If you do too and aren't afraid to admit it, paste this into your signature.
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I accept Master Chief as my Savior. If you do too and aren't afraid to admit it, paste this into your signature.
You are welcome is probly what I should have said ^^'
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I accept Master Chief as my Savior. If you do too and aren't afraid to admit it, paste this into your signature.
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Here You can visit my gallery: [link]
Nothing More Happens Than Has To Happen
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Here You can visit my gallery: [link]
Nothing More Happens Than Has To Happen
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