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4 comments:
im not sure why but this picture provokes many images for me. images i recall from a long lost past. maybe thats why i was tongue tied. i couldnt breathe.
I hope you were able to breathe at some point :-@
I'm glad the image was stirring for you.
Nice...and creepy. Like the entrance to the paths of the dead or something out of Feist's Fairie Tale.
I would have used more blue =)
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