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Andrew 62: True colours
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Andrew 62: Refuge
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Andrew 62: One of my strange daydreams
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Andrew 62: Encounter
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Andrew 62: Waiting for darkness
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Andrew 62: The first Sunflower
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Andrew 62: Yeah!
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Andrew 62: My, how you've grown
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Andrew 62: Nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more
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Andrew 62: Divine proportion
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Andrew 62: If our thoughts could flow so freely
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Andrew 62: In that place between
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Andrew 62: Dreamscape
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Andrew 62: Ever changing moods
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Andrew 62: What is it?
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Andrew 62: Remembrance
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Andrew 62: In refuge
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Andrew 62: Opening soon
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Andrew 62: Every Mothers Son
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Andrew 62: Private parking
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Andrew 62: Elevating the mundane
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Andrew 62: Excuse me while I kiss the sky
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Andrew 62: Let sleeping dogs lie
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Andrew 62: I think of lying in bed
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Andrew 62: Sound and Vision
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Andrew 62: I'll see you on the dark side
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Andrew 62: Whaddaap?
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Andrew 62: Interactions
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Andrew 62: Happy Winter Solstice 2020
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Andrew 62: “I remembered what Thoreau had written in his journal about thinking nothing of walking eight miles to greet a tree.”