Now there are two of these damn things, and if I delete one, the other buggers off too. AARRGH!
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What would you do, standing on the edge of a road, a rusty missile flying past you? The wind hits your face. A blur. All you hear is: Get Down!!! Sorry, what? Don't worry boet, be happy. This is a translation of life, albeit a weird one.
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1 comment:
where was this photo taken and when? you're too quick at reading mine, I can't keep up, but I'll try.
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