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Sunset

IceFarie

Published: Apr 4, 2011

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IntricateSunlight

Apr 6, 2011

The contrast is amazing in this photo, seems traditional is the best! It seems as if the figure is meditating, but also as if there is a halo floating at the crown of the figure's head.

It's kinda like a black and white world, like its another world entirely.

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