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the pigeons of piazza di san marco
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venice wakes. slowly.
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6am. venice. fog.
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noci e clementini
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obsessed with wee trucks
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i heart photography
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<3
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felt very small, like alice stumbling on a bottle labelled drink me
jeanine.stewart:
cinque terre, another time
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sapphire shooting stars
jeanine.stewart:
light falls on cinque terre
jeanine.stewart:
> très badminton birdie <
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view from the bus, florence
jeanine.stewart:
escape
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boat yard
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paradise
jeanine.stewart:
erika
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laundry day, cinque terre
jeanine.stewart:
welcome to paradise
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“The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being...
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for the love of color: green