A bleak shift in nature,
inadvertent change of plans,
helm slipping from the hands:
the surface of Neptune.
A clear beam of moonlight
slits the ocean's wrath.
The vessel without a path
makes it into the bight.
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| Technicolor Zombies |
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| Reminds me of a cubist I know |
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| A happy spider |
| Waking up at 7 in the morning surprised us with frosted grass... |
| and car. |
| The snowy peak of El Nevado de Colima |
| A closer look |
| Some millimetres of snow in the forest |
| Do I really look that ridiculous? |
| Flying |
| Old and lonely Foosball player somewhere in Mexico |