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waiting for his cowgirl..
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street seller, of hats
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the chef, the band and the patrons..
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there is a crack in everything. that is how the light gets in..
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once photography got into my bloodstream, it is like a beating heart, the window to my soul, the freedom to express. and it does not stop until i do...
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so..
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on the malecon..
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'take my picture' he said, when he saw my camera..
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hop on the bus gus..
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on the streets of la habana
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la habana
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sharing out the icy poles on a hot day