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If my eyes were not damaged from years of counting stars, threading needles, reading in dimly-lit rooms, and damaging every pair of glasses I ever had, I might be able to tell you how many strands of hair are growing out of the woman's head.
I continue to be amazed by the details in your photographs. The textures.
Posted by: Bianca | July 20, 2011 at 09:39 PM
:-) Thanks Bianca.
Posted by: The Photodiarist | July 20, 2011 at 11:13 PM
Sweetness squared.
Posted by: Don | July 20, 2011 at 11:53 PM
Romantic and intimate in the middle of over crowded New York.
Posted by: englishvers | July 22, 2011 at 04:30 AM
cute picture!
Posted by: Eline | July 27, 2011 at 04:07 AM