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Unflinching

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typhlosion
Published: Feb 12, 2010
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As long as it is still possible, nature will present its beauty, the same beauty that it has contained for longer than our fragile lives can comprehend. Nature does not hurt, does not fear, has no interests. But we best take care of her all the same.
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1536x2048px 1.06 MB
Make
SONY
Model
DSC-H2
Shutter Speed
10/10000 second
Aperture
F/8.0
Focal Length
8 mm
ISO Speed
80
Date Taken
Dec 27, 2008, 3:39:50 PM
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amazing :)
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