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Pauatahanui Stream Observed Sometimes Later Than Ever Before
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Color Of Spring, Season Of Love
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A Wide View Of The Mountain That Knows How To Hook The Passing Clouds
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Sensations Pour in Abundance When the Rainforest Waltzes With the Morning Mist
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It Took Me A Long, Long Time To Find Out Where All The Manawatu Clouds Meet …
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A Fact Never To Be Underestimated – Someone, Out There, May Still Call This Their Birthplace
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The Remains of a Giant Under a Hawkes Bay Sky
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A Day In The Life Of An Armchair Landscape Photographer
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Like Carpet, the Purpose Has Been Pulled Under the Existence of the Old Bush Hut at the End of the Railway Line
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Today, the First Sunrays of the New Season Spilled Vigilantly Through a Tear in the Dark Clouds And I Said – "Hello Spring"
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Wind farm, Palmerston North, New Zealand
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The Place Where a Mirror Found Joy in Reflecting a Phone’s Uselessness, And a Time That Had Given Up On Them Both
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Today, After Work
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Perpetual Void