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Because broken is such a beautiful word.
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us; We can find no scar, But internal difference Where the meanings are. None may teach it anything, 'Tis the seal, despair,- An imperial affliction Sent us of the air. When it comes, the landscape listens, Shadows hold their breath; When it goes, 't is like the distance On the look of death. - Emily Dickinson
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MoonWatcher (by Fabrizio Melandri)
Rising moon taken with 2 meters focal length, f/20, exposure 1/2 second on Fujichrome Sensia 100 ISO.
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