I like my pictures as they are. But sometime. I can feel something hidden in a pic. Let me show what am i talking about.
Last time, out at the Kaosz Fesztival there was a girl, who totally refused to be on a picture. She was waiting for a band, and that was all.
Well, i did not gave up. And when i saw her sitting on the steps, i saw something...
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Seemd to be sad, but really she just covered her face with her arms. Well. What i saw...
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