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The Queens Is Dead
Everything Unoriginal.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
You May Ask Yourself, Well, How Did I Get Here?
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
Can you hear it? Can you fly?
The future is...
Blue Angels.
Maximum Stealth. Right before it turned invisible.
China Camp, historical village.
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Elaine
October 11, 2011 at 10:10 AM
I love the fog on the bridge - beautiful.
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I love the fog on the bridge - beautiful.
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