A story of pieces

All original work, unless stated otherwise. Copywrite Spencer Delamore Photography.

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A lovely portrait [audacity+hex]

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the breaking sun

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oc Glitch art

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We’ll build and build, Until we reach the sky. ¿?

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I can't predict the future, not like I used to.

Night is a tunnel into tomorrow.

We shuffled along, little steps in the dark.

Eyes strained, as our torches sear our contrasts.

Light to dark, good and evil.

Right from wrong, up and down.

Let our blindness guide us through this,

This land of uncertainty

Your moral ambiguity both intrigues

And heightens me.

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"Gone exploring."

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Night fishing. ¿?

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Quiet. ?¿

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"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe." ?¿

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We were to explore the world together. ~ ~ "No time like now," she whispered. ¿?

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falling asleep in the car, almost home. ¿?

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In the end, are we not all blind?

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Fly me to the stars, I wanna see the pale blue dot. ¿?

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Beauty shot.