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Location: Eureka Drive
Tons of fun with Devour The Light today. I absolutely love the lighting on these, I find it amazing.
Check these guys out at: www.myspace.com/devourthelight305
Location: Eureka Drive
Tons of fun with Devour The Light today. I absolutely love the lighting on these, I find it amazing.
Check these guys out at: www.myspace.com/devourthelight305
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United Kingdom DEVOUR
Dredger
MMSI: 235116854
Call Sign: 2JLE2
Flag: United Kingdom [GB]
AIS Vessel Type: Dredger
Length Overall x Breadth Extreme: N/a
Year Built: -
Status: Active
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Panasonic LUMIX MACRO 30mm F2.8 ASPH MEGA O.I.S
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I recommend zooming in with L or just tapping the picture on the phone to see the detail. Yee Haw!!!
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Location: Eureka Drive
Tons of fun with Devour The Light today. I absolutely love the lighting on these, I find it amazing.
Check these guys out at: www.myspace.com/devourthelight305
Last year I created this dessert for David's birthday when he moved to Vancouver. This year he actually got to taste it. David's 28th birthday tea party. August, 2011.
Photo credit: David Mason.
Me and sapda were determined to eat one in Maine. (Its like a speciality here). Easy to cook (albeit brutal) and great to taste.. Do give it a try
War in Europe devours souls, leaving scars unseen. It weighs heavily on young women and girls, their minds racing, searching for escape routes in a world growing darker. Ominous clouds gather over their lives, casting long shadows over dreams once filled with light. It is a sorrowful truth that yet another generation—like those before them in the Cold War—must be stripped of the carefree, bright, and joyous youth they were meant to have.
The Vanishing Dawn
They were meant to dance in golden light,
to chase the winds with laughter bright.
Yet war carves silence through their days,
a shadow weaving through their ways.
Soft hands that once traced petals’ bloom,
now clutch at futures wrapped in gloom.
Their whispered dreams, like birds, take flight,
yet falter in the endless night.
No letters penned in moonlit grace,
no love unshaken, no embrace.
Only the weight of echoes deep—
a stolen youth, a loss they keep.
They gaze upon a cloud-draped sky,
where hope still flickers, yet runs dry.
And though their voices press the dark,
the world forgets their quiet mark.
Three Haikus
War drinks tender youth,
stealing light from dreaming eyes,
leaving ghosts behind.
Midnight skies grow fierce,
carrying the weight of fear—
dawn is far away.
Laughter fades to dust,
shadows gather in their place,
songs left unfinished.