Ted Moravec:
Echoes of covert operations.
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A lone sentinel amidst nature's vastness.
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In symmetry with nature.
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A dizzying descent into the unknown.
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Whispers of the journey ahead.
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Where secrets once whispered through the corridors.
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IIRC this was a hospital ward
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There will be an apple here in the autumn
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A skeleton
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I hate flies as much as anyone else but I love this photo
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Romantic
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Petals