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Sandy, autumn, champagne, rain | Sandra, rudens, šampānietis, lietus
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Izēdusi pusi bļodu un prasa - vai nav frikadeļu? | Half way through the bowl, she says - what? No meatballs?
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You're asking me if I can play happy birthday? Me?
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Nāk rudentiņis ... something autumn this way comes ...
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Lady Penelope
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The world's least known superhero
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L & C
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Hell's kitchen mambo
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4 October 2012
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Gone fishing @ pony fish
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Underground
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@ Pension Grimus
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Natasha is dreaming of the Eurovision stardoms
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The pianist
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@ Cavallero
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Smith Street, Collingwood
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New Years Eve 2011
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Smartphones and onomatopoeia
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A quiet moment in Shangri-La
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Sandy @ Collingwood Gallery
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Extreme photography - anti-scheimpflug way beyond the recommended dose ...
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Les musiciens font comme ça, et puis encore comme ça.
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Then you get to lookin' out the window. See things you shouldn't see. Trouble.
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Einweg (iv)
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The Orb of Oscar
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Maggie Diaz @ Red Brick Gallery
