| I will never take a picture like this one again, because people from Slawa in Poland began building they stupid little houses along my lovely road, the Chestnut Road. I read once in National Geographic that photography is all about making magic moments to last forever. Thanks to that picture, the Chestnut Road will last forever, unchanged and always beautiful in that magic August afternoon. |










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"....that is all...and all is forgiven.we sleep covered by torn pages.when morning comes i find myself wishing dawn would come in liquid form.just a drink and no attempt to stop myself...and the pages would burn..."
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Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
William Blake
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Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
William Blake
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My art gallery [link]
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Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
William Blake
You have a beautiful gallery.
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Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
William Blake
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im new.
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Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
William Blake
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