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of couse I cannot watch the girl`s face clear
but I think i know how beautiful the girl
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of couse I cannot watch the girl`s face clear
but I think i know how sex the girl
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sorry I make a wrong word here
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Thats just such a great image. You captured the motion so well. Great work.
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we have the same title -->[link] and yours are so beautiful. the movement are just perfect
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Very, very nice! A wonerful motion shot!
I love the hair and the angle is fantastic.
Keep up the wonderful work!
~DAn
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I think this turn is the best till now ^^
looks like adobe work in the picture, but it's not
it's super that you can catch this moment
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The hair provides such interesting movement in this portrait; almost like soft artistic brush strokes. It makes for a very appealing image with suitable lighting conditions. Good choice of optics as well.
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i love the way that was captured...its awesome...adding it to my fav's
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Oooh, nice! I didn't think this type of motion could be captured so prettily
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Pale and forgetful
I was returning from the lands of rain
on my wings raindrops which had fought with Zephyr
nobody knows any more
that I wash my hands with lily-scented water
on my head the garland laid by the nymphs
that once on the cliffs I looked the devil in the face
who knows out of which seasons of stars
of which tablets and clay I had come
how I stirred the must by hand
distilled the wine from the purple grapes
the oldest grapes powder'd with dust
pale and forgetful I'd sprung from amongst Circe's fairies
whose hair smell of mastic
out of the golden grooves of the sky
and out of poor
modest feasts
I was walking barefooted
back from the forgetful lands of rain
from red coral-reefs and the roars of
millennium-old nacreous rocks
lava's rock
be it yours this silken cloak that you place on my shoulders
be it yours these crystal fingers
thus bareshoulder'd
be it yours this rose-leaved temple
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