Unseeing

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deep rooted

The egg, what is it? sitting there in the darkness of the pelvis,in some cycle it ruptures while in some months sat there comfortable in its watery sac,making t...
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The egg, what is it? sitting there in the darkness of the pelvis,in some cycle it ruptures while in some months sat there comfortable in its watery sac,making the sperm wait outside its thin permeable membrane,pretending, refusing to pay attention to the arriving footsteps 'How can the egg not want to see all this; people,mountains,rivers,sun' thinks the headsperm.
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Dec, 2021

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Wonderful find

thank you for passing by. see you again :)

An interesting image!

Hi Ana,thank you from visiting my gallery :)

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Is this person breaking in or out the wall. 😒

Hi Joop,I believe this is a temple built a long time ago,not a plce anyone visits however there was a homeless person living inside,I quickly got my photo. 😊

Cool find, Prasanna! Happy New Year!!😁👍

Hi Daisy,thank you.glad you came. Happy New Year!💐

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Definitely a unique capture, Prasanna!

Hey Ron, thank you for passing by :)

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