Day 18 of photography101… “Edge”
Death Sentence.
Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
Day 18 of photography101… “Edge”
Death Sentence.
Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
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Cold, horrific. In a good way.
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Haha, well as long as it’s in a good way.
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ahhhhh 🙂
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And you complained about my snowman …
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But a snowman has a certain cuddliness, even though he is made of the coldest of building materials, he is still far more likely and deserving of a place in my heart than the creepy crawlies of this world. Except perhaps that old praying mantis in A Bug’s Life. He seemed nice.
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Brilliant!
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