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powerlines, airplanes and the cement ribbon that binds... The impulsion to press the shutter wont leave.. even though at times I wish it would. Sometimes I wish that the button was attached to a drill press or stacking machine instead and the outcome was uniform and expected, stamped approved, packed closed and shipped good bye... but that is not the case...
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