So that wraps up the tour, I hope that you enjoyed it.
As a last image, I saved this one of my three favourite people standing in front of a tree that had fallen over.
If anyone asks, you didn’t see nuthin', right?
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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What's the use of saying lovely picture, you know that already, right?
The photos really do capture the spirit and the sense of inner solitude.
An excellent way to start a Tuesday.
The finale photo was good one.
i am just curious about one thing.. Was Henry as obedient as looks in the photographs? Didn't he try to explore a little further away?