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I'm very sorry for no post few days :(
An emergency declaration was issued in Japan.
This has made my work more busy than ever ><!
Give me a break (T_T)
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r2 A/D/E sayori[Silver]Maitreya
r2 A/D/E sayori gloves[Silver]Maitreya
r2 A/D/E sayori nip cover[green light]Maitreya
r2 A/D/E sayori boots[Silver]Maitreya
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:::SOLE::: A-CON Backpack (White)
:::SOLE::: A-CON Armtech (White)
:::SOLE::: A-CON Legtech (White)
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TRUTH Vivid - Fatpack
:::SOLE::: AAE Mk2 (Fat Pack)
:::SOLE::: GRPE - Riv guard (Wt) Lara
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- Dixie Sweater w. Backpack Gothmas Market
Sweater: 10 colors
Backpack: 10 colors
Legacy / Maitreya (og)
Reborn bodies
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GUTCHI - Alpha C35 Wrist Watch & Brac Premium
[VALE KOER] TECHNICAL BACKPACK
*!R.O!* Devastation BENTO Pose w/ Mesh Snake
As Thaipusam festival gets underway, devotees flood into the preparation site to have their bodies marked with holy ash to invoke the support of the Hindu gods. Energy is high and queues can be lengthly but in each line of people are individuals taking moments to reflect upon the elements of life that bring our communities together.
I didn't put him in here, he climbed in here and took a nap. :)
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This is the second sunrise we had in Enchantments during our 4 day 3 nights backpacking trip back in early Oct when larches were in peak condition, and this was again another memorizing one to us.
I scouted this location first in Aug during my one-day through hike. Back then the weather was terrible but I knew this location has so much potential to be epic under the right condition. The day before we shoot this sunrise, we came back again to reconfirm the route to get here and in the next morning we arrived at this spot 25 minutes before sunrise. This image represents the best moment from that morning when the sun rose and lit up the larches in front of us, and it gives you an idea of how amazing the Enchantments core zone is during fall time.
A mountain lake in vicinity of Mt Saint Helens catastrophic 1980 eruption. The volcano is hidden behind the ridge in the backgound (and possibly another) yet the area is littered with bleached trunks of trees destroyed by the pyroclastic flow.
Pleasantly surprised last night when I looked out the window and saw the snow falling. Too beautiful to pass up a short walk through the neighborhood.
Warsaw, Poland
Winter
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Set: Backpack
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► Location: The Flats on Cycnia
I tasked myself with backpacking across the grid and exploring all the Linden Routes. I started on the Atoll continent, and I loaded up on the Second Life Railroad and found this lovely little property owned by a group called Lucky 13. This little parcel allows rezzing for pictures, and don't forget to click on Madam Zita for your fortune while you're there!
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At the central station of Utrecht I was waiting at a burger king. While waiting I struck upon this guy, with his unique style backpack.
So school has basically taken over my life. My backpack is literally ripping at the seams.. not to mention my brain. I weighed my backpack today... 30 pounds! ahh i long for summer. Only 24 more days!!
Hair - Stealthic - Baby Doll
Head - LAQ Bento Scarlet
Mesh Body - Maitreya Lara
Outfit - Tiar dami 'spring School Look' *A8 maitreya
Addams // Ruth Leather BackPack
Maitreya - EFD_158 Mary Jane Shoes with Over Knee Socks
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Back in the Lofoten where three lakes are having a meeting.
That picture wasn't supposed to feature but yesterday's sharings weren't wide enough to fill up a line in my gallery, so there you go.
And if you don't understand what I'm talking about, know that today, if you're talking a glimpse at my gallery, it should go 2 pics, then 3, then 2, 2, 3, 4 and so on.
Just follow the metaphorical red carpet.
During World Heritage day in Bath, there was a Roman encampment at the Royal Crescent where we could see how the romans lived, fought and conquer, battle after battle to achieve one of the World's greatest Empires.
This one was taken when the legion was displaying the way the army would travel and what would they carry with them. These were called the Marius backpack.
Hope you enjoy it! ;)
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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