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Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly— And prais'd be rashness for it—let us know Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well... |
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Smoking is not allowed.
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The Anomaly.
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Watching street artist in action.
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A little bit “démodé” child clothing, directly from the sixties.
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The hidden garden.
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Smile and life will smile to you , cry and you will cry alone.
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Tell me what shoes you wear, and I’ll tell you who you are.
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Flowers on the ground …
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Everything will be ok, but only at the end…
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Please, look in to the lens, guys ;-)