Eleventh. The day after. Earlier this summer there was a day with no phones and people, a day full of hope for a better world... and it was what it was... just a day, but was it? That day captured through the lens of an old 35mm Zenit camera.
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| there is something so magical about the first light of a day |
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| could you get lost here? |
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| when your feet feel good naked on the green grass, your soul feels better and your mind is not so busy |
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| like water... |
