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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Words Were Our Wings, Now Let Them Be Rifles


Photographer Unknown

You only must aim for the heart.
Posted by Violet at 11:05 AM
Labels: photography, Poetry

1 comment:

Pliny The Dreamer said...

Love the picture with the title...

October 20, 2010 at 9:25 AM

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