Never Stop Flying
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Comment by Teafran:
A great idea and a difficult capture. Just shy of being a terrific image.

Never Stop Flying
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Comment by blindjustice:
great capture.

perambulate
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Comment by Cyrilda:
Looks like a yard sale or maybe a nursery.

The Empty Playground
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Comment by PennyStreet:
Love your poem. I'm curious how the thumbnail shows a different image. Clearly this one was meant to behold.

The Empty Playground
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Comment by skewsme:
I crawled to the monkey bars
And found myself in a rut
There were neither beers nor cocktails
But the monkeys flew out of my butt.

I swam to the milky way
And found a pig in a poke
We spend the night makin bacon
And snicker whenever we smoke.

I flew to the Dali Museum
But now can't remember the trip
Yet I got me a handlebar mustache
And a clock that goes tick tock drip.

From the Bridge
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Comment by JuliBoc:
Haha, congratulations on you new ribbon.

The Empty Playground
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Comment by Ammie:
a cool wind whistles through the trees... very nice

From the Bridge
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Comment by hajeka:
Not sure what to think about this. The heavy contrast makes it interesting though.

From the Bridge
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Comment by mitalapo:
sensual in a way

Window
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Comment by Melethia:
Something straight out of a quiet horror movie. Nicely done.