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it is in the ordinary that true poetry lies,
sometimes you look for it, sometimes you just find it
as for me, whether I seek it or not
she will always find me ready to take a photograph

no saint in heaven

eye on Napoli

summer periphery

ode to Bali

ode to Bali

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