...on the streets
She.
. . . untangled, unhooked and free or cold, lost and alone? She who belonged, was now free She who loved, was now incomplete She who knew, now knows nothing . . .
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Oh you post-process :(
ReplyDeleteyep..i did. was tryin photoshop...!!
ReplyDeleteis it bad :(
post-processing is exciting, as much as the actual photo-taking. Good stuff!
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