The air was clear and bright; white clouds were running high against a concave sky. The city uncommonly sleepy, its collection of old stones serendipitously displayed under the sun. A lonely figure left behind those dry ancient bones, aiming east, to the suburbs.
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New story new lens: the Voigtlaender 21mm f: 1,8. What for a machine! I should ask a royalty to Cosina for the number of endorsement I won’t cease to make... :)