Taking a Moment to Remember...
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Sanctuary of Athena Pronaia
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Sympathy for the Devil
Breathless
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His Most Gracious Majesty - A Rare Public Appearan…
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Self-Portrait - (Halloween Goodies XV)
4:35 PM
Self Portrait - (Halloween Goodies XIII)
The Casual Male IV
The Raker in Sepia (detail)
Glories We have Known III
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Sweet Bird of Youth II
Ethnic festival - June, 2010
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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow,
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 12
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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow,
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 12
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