I am nothing but energy, and energy cannot be destroyed.
Oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and furled
I’ll love you all your days
‘Til the breath leaves your delicate frame
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We stopped at Bixby Bridge, just so I could stand there and listen to Bixby Canyon by Death Cab.
Being a photographer without a proper camera sucks so much ass. Nothing’s quite as terrible as taking what you thought was the perfect shot and reviewing it only to see that it’s a grainy, pixelized, unfocussed mess.
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