Quite often still. October 2 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments 50.52Â These days I’m lucky if she’ll let me anywhere near her with the camera. (Also – standing right next to the bloody window, and still, the Canon struggles. le sigh.) a year of sundays Previous post Never not moving. Next post drowning, not waving Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Δ
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