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(another) 365 photos in one year
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May
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- Day 120: Pre-Shootout at the OK Corral
- Day 119: Clothesline
- Day 118: Sun Rays on a Cumulonimbus
- Day 117: Imperfect Perfection
- Day 116: Playing on a Beat-Up Six String
- Day 115: Foreign Text
- Day 114: On the Nighttime Highway
- Day 114 (part II): Mid-Air
- Day 113: Frozen in Time
- Day 112: Metamorphosis
- Day 111: Light Speed
- Day 110: Lemon Lime
- Day 109: In The Monkey Grass
- Day 108: 8 Legs on a Brick Wall
- Day 107: Alive
- Day 106: Plastic Tower
- Day 105: On The Prowl
- Day 104: The Flamingo Wants Out
- Day 103: My View
- Day 102: *click*
- Day 101: Crazy Caterpillar
- Day 100: Sunglasses
- Day 99: Move-Out Day Makes Me Feel Like This:
- Day 98: Underpass
- Day 97: In Pieces
- Day 96: Color of Nature Enhanced
- Day 95: Metal
- Day 94: Room 114
- Day 93: Reflection
- Day 92: No Swimming
- Day 91: Raindrops Hit Water on Tile
- Day 90: Barbed
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4 comments:
That thing looks like it's poisonous, or at least breaths fire.
The overhead light in my kitchen.
=]
I am pretty sure that caterpillar is actually you. It's your animorph's persona. Or should I say-- animasona?
I probably shouldn't have said.
I am chuckling over your comment in response to mine. I am not sure if it is because you referenced yerks (P.S. Thanks for the heads up . . . I have warned the village) or because the first part of it reminds me of what a drunken sorority girl might say if she loved animorphs. Maybe that is your real animorph identity and this caterpillar was supposed to throw me off your trail.
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