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great photo
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Posted by: john | September 1, 2009 at 10:13 AM
I love that he's young, but his eyes (as you said) are traveled, and that is echoed in what he's got on him.
His clothing speaks of today, complete with a key ring on his belt loop, but his violin also has a weathered look.
Posted by: The Stuffed Eskimo | September 1, 2009 at 12:56 PM
Great picture! Looks like life is not very easy for him...
Amazing blog! Thanks for the comments you left at my polaroids! I will start to follow your blog.
http://thesingular.blogspot.com
Posted by: Antonio Barros | September 2, 2009 at 05:04 AM
so amazing
you are killing me here, you are so good!
xo,
shae
Posted by: Shae Acopian Detar | October 13, 2009 at 12:51 AM