by Anna Steffey | Film profile: Custom | Print profile: Linear | Effects: Halation, Bloom & Grain

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wow well done, this is why i like dehancer

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Summer is a nightmare, where I must live now - in Italy - a nightmare in and of itself - and summer does not collapse into anything - when you try to be profound and fall (see what I did don't fall - autumn arrives..in the air..the last week of august..you can smell the change and as Keats (1795-1821) wrote..
To Autumn - first stanza
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells"
Better than all that pseudo stuff you're doing to sound profound when it's just derivative - try again.

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