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February 16, 2008
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Canon
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Canon PowerShot A550
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Feb 15, 2008, 2:11:38 PM
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Cemetery by blue-blood-karina Cemetery by blue-blood-karina
The jewish cemetery in our town
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RomancesSansParoles Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Beautiful! I just wish it was slightly bigger to see all the detail!
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hidanfan22 Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
May I use this picture for a page on Facebook? I will credit you and leave a link to this page c:
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SteamHead1880 Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Beautiful! I love it!
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LiquidLinesArt Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2013  Professional Artist
Sad, but cool.
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Jaypearl Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013
Ooh, great shot
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Sur-la-pointe Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This reminds me of the sound of church bells ringing in midwinter...
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WitchKayla Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Absolutely breathtaking :3
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Artifart500 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
would it be ok to use this as an online book cover? I will of course give credit back to you
thanks x
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steverlfs Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2012
Great shot!
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JeffScism Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
The time has passed
when you must lay at last
under a graven stone,
your soul has passed,
and under the cask,
laying bleached and alone.

Where are the maidens,
sent to guide you on?
Where are the sirens,
who sing of you in song?
And your friends,
who were to come along?

Is it sorrow's chill,
that placed you under a hill,
for sins you must atone?
Or is it just fright,
as quietly the Knight,
hones steel against your stone?

Summon those maidens,
brought to lead you on,
bring forth the sirens,
you long for their song,
to gather your friends,
who would do you no wrong.
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