A field of dandelions, trampled by human and animal into leaf and stem and a few sad wisps of flower.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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- Still no Ansel Adams
- Okay, I'm no Ansel Adams
- Chaos holding back chaos
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- Wetlands, sans mist
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- The last picture show
- Mini fauna
- More scenery, because why not
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