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as i walked through the streets of new places...
... or witnessed the sun rise at 6:14am from the 18th floor of an old hotel
made of brick...
... i saw voluptuous shapes and curves and lines... and even circles...
... nature’s beauty, so peaceful and slow… if I could just stay and wait and
watch, its body would expose itself to me.
Photo Inspired Poetry
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