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Palm umbrella

Palm umbrella

Beautiful Collection Of Motion And Blur Photography

Beautiful Collection Of Motion And Blur Photography

For so long she had waited, killing the time by reading tales of what she desired to be. Desperate was what they called her; eager, begging for her time to come. Ah, but at last, in the middle of her favorite story (she began to rise, she began to fly) she started her own, at last.

For so long she had waited, killing the time by reading tales of what she desired to be. Desperate was what they called her; eager, begging for her time to come. Ah, but at last, in the middle of her favorite story (she began to rise, she began to fly) she started her own, at last.

Long Exposure Foggy Tree Photography by Pierre Pellegrini

Long Exposure Foggy Tree Photography by Pierre Pellegrini

All In A Row by Pierre Pellegrini

All In A Row by Pierre Pellegrini

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Надо быть постоянно готовым к угасанию интереса: к идеалам, работе, занятию, к человеку – и не выть на луну, когда это случится. Между первым и вторым дыханием – всегда разочарование, усталость и тоска.

Надо быть постоянно готовым к угасанию интереса: к идеалам, работе, занятию, к человеку – и не выть на луну, когда это случится. Между первым и вторым дыханием – всегда разочарование, усталость и тоска.

For the last time, fueled by the remnants of the dregs of my strength, my aura crackled around me, coalescing into a bright shield around my flesh. My last stand, and if it came to this, at least I would go down fighting.

For the last time, fueled by the remnants of the dregs of my strength, my aura crackled around me, coalescing into a bright shield around my flesh. My last stand, and if it came to this, at least I would go down fighting.

Need to add artist name later on!!!

Need to add artist name later on!!!