And then suddenly you become insignificant. Your job becomes dispensable. You become small. Without a name. Without a face. Without a past.
Nanda Devi and Trishul. As seen from the Forest Guest House, Kausani.
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Kodachrome, they give us those nice bright colours, They give us the greens of summers, Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah. I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph, So mama don't take my Kodachrome away.
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This is a morning I know
From a place far away.
Many a days I hope
I'll that see morning again.
awesome blue
educatedunemployed - i dont like the fact that you have gone underground. and i so love the fact that you wrote this here. and i am sure you will.
~me - thank you. and mother nature.
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