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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous14:29

    this reminds me of a few lines from eliot, which go something like

    "the memory throws up high and dry
    a crowd of twisted things
    a twisted branch upon a beach
    rust that clings to the form
    the strength has left
    dry, and hard and ready to snap".

    nice, nice work.

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  2. inside the tunnels22:43

    i love this description.

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  3. Anonymous23:57

    it is really very beautiful.....
    very touching......
    keep up the good work.....

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  4. Anonymous14:11

    good work, compositions works ....

    somehow i think we should move out of the black and white style and adjusting contrast...

    you know.....

    the simpler way out.....

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  5. inside the tunnels23:58

    thanks u.. would u change to non anonymous plz.. :) anyway i dont understand ur remark of b/w on this pic, since it is not one.

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  6. Pink07:45

    this pic reminds me o da boi who is lost inbetween huge unknown thingz n climbz up n finds himself found....
    like an identity is wat u feel when u feel that u r alive amist the most difficullt thingz....

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