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They should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday′s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick" You heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only heaven I′ll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-a-a-a-a-a-a, amen, amen, amen Take me to church I′ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I′ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life If I′m a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? Hoizer
Monastery - Nilova Hermitage. Tver region. Russia.
The monastery dates back to 1528, from the moment of the arrival of the Monk Nile on the island of Stolobny, on Lake Seliger.
A few years later, after the presentation of the Monk Nil of Stolobensky, in 1594, a Blessing was given for the opening of the monastery of the Nilov Pustyn.
In the 18-19 centuries, the Nilova Pustyn Monastery was one of the largest cultural centers in Russia, with a huge library, educational institutions, with its own large production of goods and products.
It was in the Nilova desert that Leonty Magnitsky, a mathematician and teacher, studied under whom, later, the Great Lomonosov studied. Nilova Hermitage was visited by many great people, including Emperor Alexander I and Russian President Vladimir Putin.
After the blasphemous looting and partial destruction of the monastery by the Bolsheviks, the buildings were used as a colony for minors, as a prisoner of war camp, as a military hospital, as a camp site. When all the buildings of the monastery fell into disrepair and could no longer be used, without major repairs, by the Council of Ministers of the RSFSR, in 1990, the monastery complex was transferred to the Moscow Patriarchate of the Russian Orthodox Church.
2016 marks the 25th anniversary of the revival of the Nilo-Stolobensky Monastery. Ahead, there are still colossal works to restore the former splendor of the holy monastery. But already now, the Nilo-Stolobenskaya hermitage is the pearl of the Tver diocese. Even in spite of all the destruction that befell from the godless power, this monastery with all this lies before us in all its beauty and grandeur of the genius of architecture, the pious ancestors of the Russian land.
Today, the monastery, thanks to the governor Archimandrite Arkady (Gubanov), is being successfully restored by the brethren and already has its own autonomous production of products, which is in great demand among pilgrims and local residents.
... and some black ...
HFF folks ... right after I took this shot, someone looked out of the window to the left, and demanded to know why I was taking photos of their house, I mumbled something about 'nice shadows'.. the perils of shooting a fence shadow!
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On Love
"The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don’t know how to love.
Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict."
The Salzspeicher (salt storehouses) of Lübeck, Germany, are six historic brick buildings on the Upper Trave River next to the Holstentor (the western city gate).
Built in the 16th–18th centuries, the houses stored salt that was mined near Lüneburg and brought to Lübeck over the Stecknitz Canal. The salt was then shipped to several ports in the Baltic region, where the commodity was relatively rare, but was in high demand for the preservation of food. The salt trade from the late Middle Ages onward was a major reason for the power of Lübeck and the Hanseatic League
storehouses 1 build 1579
storehouses 2 build 1599
storehouses 3 bulid 1600
storehouses 4 build 1594
storehouses 5 build 1743–1745
storehouses 6 build 1743–1745.
In the course of the centuries, the houses were adapted for the storage of different goods, such as cloth, grain and wood.
Part of the complex was used as the residence of Count Orlok in the classic horror movie Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens.
Moustache vous demande, SVP...! je peux prendre une photo de VOUS,...?
Moustache asks you,
SVP...! I can take a picture of YOU,...?
Mon nouveau petit écureuil noir
que j'ai dénommé **Moustache**
Écureuil roux, (Sciurus vulgaris,Eurasian Red Squirrel)
The dragons demanded a virgin sacrifice, but the gods decided to deny them their bounty.
Damon Bento head
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The Salzspeicher (salt storehouses), of Lübeck, Germany, are six historic brick buildings on the Upper Trave River next to the Holstentor (the western city gate).
Built in the 16th–18th centuries, the houses stored salt that was mined near Lüneburg and brought to Lübeck over the Stecknitz Canal. The salt was then shipped to several ports in the Baltic region, where the commodity was relatively rare, but was in high demand for the preservation of food. The salt trade from the late Middle Ages onward was a major reason for the power of Lübeck and the Hanseatic League.
Cette ours brun (kodiak) était en chasse pour un beau saumon dans une petite rivière à Katmai à Hallo Bay. Ce matin-ci, la lumière était exceptionnelle pour la photographie avec un beau ciel bleu et le glacier dégagé en arrière plan. Quoi demandé de mieux dans ce décor paradisiaque!
Before becoming a violinist, Alice attended circus school and was particularly gifted at contortion.
Life demands that we look far ahead and make the right choices, even if they are difficult.
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In rainy weather, Vaska becomes pestering, demands that we play with him, otherwise he does not give rest to the dog and meows with displeasure.
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Sometimes photographers don't respect the situation which it demands🙏
Dokra making Process:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB6-wQ23xu0
Dhokra or Dokra art is non–ferrous metal casting using the lost-wax casting technique. This sort of metal casting has been used in India for over 4,000 years and is still used. One of the earliest known lost wax artefacts is the dancing girl of Mohenjo-daro
From the heart of West Bengal comes an art so eternal, it is cast in the absoluteness of metal. An ancient method of making metal artefacts, Dhokra art goes back 5000 years. What’s shocking, however, is that this tribal art form, done by the traditional metalsmiths of Bengal – the Dhokra Damar tribes, has survived the test of time and is still in use today. Here’s a look at the journey of this metal art from the heartlands of Bengal to the rest of the world.
More details can be found here: www.mashindia.com/dhokra-art-the-unusual-craft-of-brass-f...
In the photo it is seen that a man is selling his dhokra art!
The 35-acre Langdale Estate offers something for everyone with the 4-star Langdale Hotel, and 5-star self catering accommodation
The Estate is near the village of Elterwater in the English Lake District on the site of a former quarry.
In 1823 a local entrepreneur with an interest in quarrying, saw the potential for the manufacture of gunpowder on the site. The seclusion, natural waterpower and a growing demand from the Lakeland mines & quarries ensured success. Within a few years the Elterwater Gunpowder Works was not only supplying the domestic industry, but also exporting to North America & South Africa
The powder works closed in 1930, a victim of the depression & the development of more modern explosives, such as dynamite. A local landowner, recognising the potential of the unique location, bought & developed the site as a holiday resort in 1930 which has grown ever since
Taken in late Spring
J'ai demandé à ces deux jeunes gens ce qu'ils faisaient dans les rues de Dresde. Ils organisaient un jeu genre chasse au trésor et déposaient un indice en haut de cette colonne avec bien du mal. J'ai pu les prendre en photo avec leur accord
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Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Alby Manor with a history going back almost to the time of the Vikings is today an art Museum that also have a fine Cafe to stop by for people out at this Island in the Oslofjord for a walk.
In front of the Manor it is popular in the summer to relax on the fine green grass - while in the winter there is a more modest demand for the deck chairs ment for a good time in the sun.
De retour, avec pas mal de photos à traiter. Malheureusement pas de chouettes ni de hiboux cette année (ça ne peut pas non plus marcher tous les ans sinon les rencontres ne seraient pas aussi intenses), mais pas mal de belles rencontres tout de même. La plus marquante sera je pense celle avec un ours brun, dans le nord de la Suède, traversant la route devant nous. Pas le temps de faire quoi que ce soit, il n'a pas demandé son reste et a vite disparu dans la forêt !
Lors de notre montée, nous nous sommes arrêtés pour la nuit au bord d'un lac, avec un ponton en bois, une table de pique-nique et... une famille de cygnes chanteurs ! Nous avons pu les photographier le soir (dans des conditions de prise de vue un peu difficiles) depuis le ponton sur fond de cris de grues et de pics noirs. Il y avait aussi deux garrots à œil d'or sur ce lac. Et un guignette qui appréciait le ponton (quand on y était pas) !
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J'ai demandé la force à la Déesse...
Et Elle m'a donné des difficultés pour me rendre forte...
J'ai demandé la prospérité à la Déesse...
Et Elle m'a donné un cerveau et des muscles pour travailler...
J'ai demandé le courage à la Déesse...
Et Elle m'a donné des dangers pour les surmonter...
J'ai demandé l'amour à la Déesse...
Et Elle m'a donné des personnes en souffrance à aider...
J'ai demandé des faveurs à la Déesse...
Et Elle m'a donné des opportunités...
Je n'ai rien reçu de ce que j'avais demandé...
Et j'ai reçu tout ce dont j'avais besoin...
Auteur anonyme, traduction du texte Cerrydwen Asherah.
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"As One" - Denean
En ce moment, j'ai beaucoup de mal à être présente de façon
régulière. C'est un peu difficile, car ça ne va pas fort physiquement et de plus j'ai souvent l'impression de ne pas retrouver la porte de mon petit monde intérieur, de ne plus arriver à raconter mes petites histoires imaginaires et féeriques. Je me force quelque fois afin de ne pas tout à fait perdre le contact ... Mais j'espère surtout que mes demandes seront exaucées, qu'Elle m'entende et que cela ira mieux bientôt ...bises à tous !
texture de Lenabem avec mes remerciements : www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/5385692817/in/photolis...
À la demande d'organisations de représentants de pisciculteurs et de pêcheurs, des autorisations de tirs de régulation ont été accordées dans plusieurs pays pour protéger les piscicultures ou des espèces protégées de poissons vivant en eaux libres et qui seraient menacées par une pression de prédation jugée excessive. Ainsi, en France, le cormoran est protégé, mais le Code de l'environnement permet, à certaines conditions de déroger à l’interdiction de sa destruction.
Je ne demande pas autre chose aux forêts
Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
Je ne demande pas autre chose aux forêts
Que de faire silence autour des antres frais
Et de ne pas troubler la chanson des fauvettes.
Je veux entendre aller et venir les navettes
De Pan, noir tisserand que nous entrevoyons
Et qui file, en tordant l'eau, le vent, les rayons,
Ce grand réseau, la vie, immense et sombre toile
Où brille et tremble en bas la fleur, en haut l'étoile.
Victor Hugo.
This is the oldest flyable British aircraft.
This aircraft is partly controlled by 'wing warping' - twisting the wings like a bird, hence all the cables visible in the picture. Wing warping was a technology developed (and patented) by the Wright brothers a few years earlier. The Wright brothers spent far more time in court defending their patents, than they ever spent in the air! An alternative method for rolling aircraft using hinged flaps on the trailing edge of the wings, called ailerons, was used by Glen Curtiss in an attempt to circumvent the Wright Brothers' patents, but the ensuing dispute spent much time in court, and the matter was forcibly resolved by the US Government due to the urgency of the first World War's demand for aircraft to be manufactured.
This aircraft It is owned by The Shuttleworth Collection, and seen here in an evening display flight at its Old Warden home base in July 2025.
Rice demands plenty of water to grow. Azumino Valley has a network of irrigation canals to guide water to all the paddies including those on the river terrace.
The hill behind the paddy is covered with mixed forests with blooming cherry trees. They are Yamazakura (Cerasus jamasakura) that has a more muted colour than Somei-yoshino.
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(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
On demand of Andreas I'm providing a b&w version of the previous image. Converting a colored image into b&w is not like click and run. You have to take decisions what kind of detail, contrast, light to combine in order to get a specific mood wanted. For the moment this one is my favorate. And you? Do you prefer the colored or this version? Please tell me, I'll listen!
Si on me demande pourquoi j’aime la photographie de la vie sauvage, je réponds que c’est parce que j’aime être au contact de la nature, faire des rencontres, et sentir la récompense d’un travail de recherche et d’heures d’affût, plutôt que de passer des heures sur le PC. Bien sûr, il y a les frustrations de se tromper complètement dans mes suppositions sur les espèces ou de voir des milieux dégradés par notre éternelle expansion sur la nature sauvage.
Dans cette passion dévorante, il y a des instants marquants, qui surpassent tout le reste et ne laissent que des souvenirs inoubliables. C’est pour cela que j’aime ce que je fais. Cette photo gravera ce sentiment en moi à jamais. Joie décuplée, j’ai partagé ce moment avec mes proches.
Il y a quelques jours, accompagné de ma femme et de mon frère, je suis parti à la recherche des hiboux des marais sur leurs sites d’hivernage. Quelques informations glanées par-ci par-là, de la lecture sur le comportement et deux rencontres furtives en 2017 m’avaient déjà rempli la tête d’étoiles. Nous voilà partis pour une aventure en véhicule à la recherche de cet incroyable oiseau.
Après deux jours de recherche, nous n’avions fait qu’apercevoir notre graal, sans pouvoir croiser son regard d’or. Ce troisième jour ne laissait rien augurer de bon. Après trois heures de recherche à faible allure le long des routes, notre détermination commençait à s’émousser et nos yeux à se fatiguer. D’un coup, ma chérie s’exclame : « Là, il y en a deux ! »
Hiboux des marais - Vendée - France
With no confliction I summon the dark ones 👿
I DEMAND you with vengeance - Come to me you fucking demons and beasts…. I am not afraid, you cannot hurt me, you cannot break what is already broken! I am ready, eagerly here waiting for your arrival, bowing gracefully in your presence welcoming and greeting you with open arms honoring my commitment, offering myself freely without resistance so do as you must - UNRESTRAINED
Torment my disdain soul, taunt my spirit and demented mind as I am a sinner for I could not protect nor save him.... Thirstily torture me with lustful sadistic desires – Suspend me with chains and hooks through my skull, ears, eyes, nose, cheeks and dermis...
Lacerate, stab, beat, choke, bite, scratch, pick, gouge, lash, feed off and burn blistering my organic flesh leaving only bone as the flaming lipids drip quenching Gaîa as I deserve it then dribble toxic corrosive cocktails from your mouth into my open wounds off your tongue…. Watch me in delight as I wallow in my hallucinations, delusions, distortions, noise, insanity and numbness contemplating while drowning in my failures…. I can take it, I will OWN it, you will not see me quiver nor flinch.... I will unconditionally beseech for more each and every time you swipe inflicting on me OVER and OVER and OVER again
Swipe taking your best shots with full force and no holding back as I will come searching for, hunting you in the dark whispers of a celestial night standing in the shadows at the very gates of hell where I announce my presence with wailing GRROWWLLLZ while making my way through the labyrinth crawling on my bleeding cursed hands and knees dragging my persecuted feet in shame to the depths of your lair where time stands still for eternity unleashing my wrath.... Corners pinning you down into the deep gritty earth of consumed souls with my foot as I tare your fucking tail off with my bare hands shoving it down your throat feeding it to you whole, allowing you to breathe solely through your nostrils while taking in overwhelming contentment watching you wide eyed with dilated pupils as you gag, splatter and choke…. Slowly peeling the scales off your body one by one with my fingernails watching in amusement as they weep.... Using your horns as reins while chewing through your thoracic anatomy with clotted blood dribbling down my face, neck and all over my torso as my GRROWWLLLZ echo off the chamber walls and throughout the labyrinth while looking deep into your soul through the window of your besieged eyes begging me for redemption as I drink in sacrifice warm foaming blood with every last heartbeat from your squirting aorta punishing you for all my failures and sins if you fail your calling and duty
Revive me each time when I fade to die as there is no glory in death without a journey full of suffering and pain, I seek retribution and wish to have consciousness while relishing in your inflictions 🔪🔪🔪 upon me
GRROWWLLLZ
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Je ne demande pas autre chose aux forêts
Que de faire silence autour des antres frais
Et de ne pas troubler la chanson des fauvettes.
Je veux entendre aller et venir les navettes
De Pan, noir tisserand que nous entrevoyons
Et qui file, en tordant l'eau, le vent, les rayons,
Ce grand réseau, la vie, immense et sombre toile
Où brille et tremble en bas la fleur, en haut l'étoile.
Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
Poète, dramaturge, écrivain, romancier et dessinateur romantique français
No promises
(No demands)
No demands
(Love is a battlefield)
Luke Evans - Love Is A Battlefield ♫♪♫
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
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(Woliwon) Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.