Belgium
Journal Entry: Tue Aug 21, 2007, 12:42 PM
Today I was in Belgium (Liège). It was great! I made photos and also film with my digital camera turned. Were many restaurants. It which special passed, what merry. Thus it would be merry if were happened:] Thus I am simply through foot path and I made photos, in one moment, I don't know why, I'm stand remained, and is at one time before me shits of birds fall down...
that is not funny, I had frighten ^^
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Nice gallery you have
I am coming to Poland soon!
tak. najbardziej lubie fotografowac budynki i industrial...
pozdro!
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[link] - my gallery
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I like it when the red water comes out
love your work
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I like it when the red water comes out
You are a very beautifulgirl and your photos are EXCELLENT. Im proud for you.
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That in life which tries to break you, builds your character.
I will visit it soon, when I'll have more time. I don't want to visit it fastly, your great work needs time I think.
At first glance, though, it's spectacular. My compliments.
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"A caress is a smack in slow-motion..."
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I like it when the red water comes out
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do u looove me?
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I like it when the red water comes out
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Photography Gallery Director
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hellfirediva@volunteers.deviantart.com
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I like it when the red water comes out
p.s.
grasz w COD 2 on-line ?
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I like it when the red water comes out
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Sono il sudore freddo di Jack
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I like it when the red water comes out
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εïз Déchirer les livres comme une folle déchire son manteau, puis sa robe, puis sa peau, puis sa chair, puis ses os, puis la nuit dans ses os, regardant sous ses ongles si le mal n'y est pas, la noirceur, la terre qui la ronge
it's quite my pleasure...
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rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
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I like it when the red water comes out
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εïз Déchirer les livres comme une folle déchire son manteau, puis sa robe, puis sa peau, puis sa chair, puis ses os, puis la nuit dans ses os, regardant sous ses ongles si le mal n'y est pas, la noirceur, la terre qui la ronge."
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