Sunday, December 29, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Here's this week's 365 Project photographs. There being only 3 days left in 2013, next Sunday's images will finish off the project. It's been fun, and I've learned something about dedication.

I promise to keep taking pictures, but next year I will probably ease up some for my own sanity. 


Day 356, Sunrise
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Day 357, Nikon d200
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Day 358, Sugar Cookies
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Day 359, Amelia
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Day 360, Sandhill Cranes
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Day 361, Dreamy Sunset
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Day 362, Sage Blossoms
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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Story Saturdays

There are some stories that morph along the way. LOVE IN LILAC is one of those. I started it a year ago, stopped and altered it, then decided I liked the original version better. So I'm going to include it in today's story lines as I am determined to finish it soon.

Also included is another bit from LOVE & ROSES which is already edited and formatted for paperback (although not for sale yet). I'm holding out until January.

Enjoy!



But then my little brother, the lousy scamp, bumped into me from behind and sent me stumbling forward, my hands swinging outward, my feet flopping over each other right into a lounge chair where I collapsed diagonal in the most awkward position.

The God-creature leaned on his pool broom and eyed me, one hand clenched around the end of the metal pole, the other at his waist. And I, of course, said the first thing that came into my head. “You’re the pool boy?”




The cop at the door looked like he’d eaten something that disagreed with him, and judging by his physique, whatever that item was had been coated in icing and loaded with calories. Ian gripped the door knob and attempted to look more awake than he felt.

“Ian McKinney?” the cop asked, his voice brusque. Behind him stood six more policemen of similar shape and size, all in various stages of baldness. Which begged the question why so many cops looked alike.

“Yeah?” Ian replied, dismissing his wayward thought.

“We need you to come with us. Your wife has contracted to have you killed.”


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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Race

I set out on the race of life
And made my own brisk pace
My eyes upon the goal ahead
Joy upon my face.

And not too far, I passed a man
Talking on the phone
But said I’d never get there if
I tried to go that slow.

Then further on I found myself
Walking even with a bike
But soon was all alone again,
Being left behind.

I didn’t let it get to me.
I’d get there on my own
Without someone to hold my hand
Or lead me on this road.

Yet further in, my steps grew slack,
The pathway growing steep,
And lost my breath with climbing up
My legs becoming weak.

“Still,” I said, “I won’t give up.
I’ll get there if I try.”
And was relieved to reach the top
And see the other side.

But down below the way looked tough
The pathway tight and thin
It seemed too small a space for me
Too pinched to enter in.

Yet going back was not a choice.
I’d have to move along.
And so I stumbled down that path
The fear in me quite strong.

But somewhere in my darkest spot
When weather howled and railed
When death was grasping at my feet
My heart about to fail,

A light came on, just for me,
A magnificent display,
That shown forth through the blackest night
Making clear my way.

And if that wasn’t good enough
Someone took my hand
And holding firm, His footsteps sure,
Shared with me His plan.

Who is this Man who runs with me,
Matching stride for stride?
What happened to His hands and feet?
Who pierced Him in His side?

And why is it He always seems
To know where I must go?
And where my next best step will be?
And how heart should grow?

And why does He look like he has
Seen all this road before?
The thorns, the waves, the narrow place,
Distractions all galore.

Yet doesn’t slack or turn aside,
Doesn’t seem to mind,
My faltering, my stumbling,
My wavering decline.

He’s not disturbed when I mess up,
Not bothered when I faint.
He’s constant in encouragement,
Keeping my steps straight.

I turned my head to study Him,
To see who He might be
And knew right then, in one short glance,
His face so plain to me.

No longer did I depend on
My strength to run this race.
I had a Guide who knew it all
Who’d died to take my place.

He’d get me there, sure and strong.
I’d make it to the end.
Because this Man who jogs with me
Is now my dearest Friend.

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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Sunday Photographs

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Here's this week's 365 Project photographs.

Day 349, Goldenrod Seeds
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Day 350, Christmas Tree
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Day 351, Mom's fruitcake
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Day 352, Succulent flowers
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Day 353, Silver Ornament
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Day 354, Yellow Tang
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Day 355, Christmas gifts
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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Story Saturdays

The winners of this week's audiobook giveaway are:

Judy Fritz:  Love & Redemption
Nancy Meacham-Cole:  For Eternity
Shadowwolf:  Me & Timothy Cooper
Dawn Dowdle:  Of All The Ways He Loves Me
Carrie Fancett Pagels:  The Best Week Of My Life

Congratulations! Send me an email via the blog to receive instructions on how to claim your gift. (Look in the right-hand column under "Contact Me".)

I have three stories at the editors which are slated for release in January, in time for Valentine's Day. Following last Saturday's format, I'm simply going to post a story line from each.


Book 1 (The Best-Dressed Series)

Kirsten became more and more conscious of how low she’d sunk the closer to her car they came. Ludwig’s car was, of course, very nice. But then his taste in everything from toilet paper to clothing was very nice.

In comparison, her soiled dress, disheveled appearance, and banged-up auto made her quite the bum. Knowing where she lived and how empty it was didn’t help either. She spent the greater portion of the ride staring out the window. Though her fortunes were looking up, she didn’t have any hope of ever having a relationship with someone as put-together as Ludwig Fabrinni.



“I can’t believe I came back.”

Ian glanced up from retying his shoelaces into the gentle gaze of Allison Hoff. “That’s the first positive step,” he replied. “Returning.”

She smiled, and it lit up her face. A good look for her.

“And the second?”

He stomped his foot on the commercial carpet. “Working out the muscles that are screaming right now.”

She laughed, light. “You mean my butt.”




Always the ever-present dust, clouds of it swirling in desiccated air over soil exhausted from any effort to produce life. Dust, as a layer on each trailer in the park, on the dinged and dented metal, on faded paint and rickety rod iron, on the few withered flowers left to stand sentinel over empty beds and piles of rocks. Dust, that whooshed up your nose and flittered into your eyes, sandy and grainy, blinding sight, taking your breath.

Dust on the feet of the little girl, age seven, bent over in the lane to pick up the shiny new quarter. A quarter, a whole quarter. She dug her round toes into the sandy lane, leaving curved imprints, and curled the quarter in her fingers tight ’til it warmed and glued to her skin.


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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

I'll Get There

So let them be. They are blind guides. What happens when one blind person leads another? Both of them fall into a ditch. (Mt 15:14 VOICE)


Arms extended, hands groping, I stumbled along, a grin on my face, the only light in my little world the slit in my blindfold aimed at the floor. But that was all right, I didn't mind because the guy ahead of me had already walked this way.

True, he stumped his toe once. Twice. Okay, three times. After all, he couldn't see either. But I have a warning it might happen, so if it does, at least I expect it.

What's a little foot damage anyway? I'll get there ... eventually. Faith and patience inherit the promise, you know.

I only have to avoid this little diiiiiiitch.....

The thing about falling in a ditch is you have to climb out of it after. Plus, now my legs are covered in grass and the seat of my pants is wet. I'm dirty, tired, and I think I sprained my ankle.

It was really dumb to choose to walk this way. I mean, the blindfold was pretty, but I had plenty of light without it. (1Jn 1:5) Plus, God pointed the way I should go. (Is 30:21) Told me what gate to enter. (Mt 7:13)

I could have halved the time and distance, gotten there so much quicker, and kept my friend from hurting herself as well if I'd only paid attention.

It's so clear. God wanted me to take this trip with my eyes wide open, my view the bounty around me, my hands full of His blessings, my ears listening to His voice. He wanted me to stop living in the dark.

I mean, why swim across the ocean when God has provided a ship? Makes no sense. I see that now.



The Procrastinator (The Amanda Show)



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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Audiobook Giveaway!

As my Christmas gift to you ...


Enter to win one of FIVE copies of one of my audiobooks! Simply leave a comment on the blog - send a Christmas greeting, tell me why you'd like the audiobook, or why you've enjoyed my stories. 

BE SURE TO LEAVE YOUR CONTACT EMAIL in your comment.

Winners will be picked on December 20th and reported on the blog December 21st!

ME & TIMOTHY COOPER
OF ALL THE WAYS HE LOVES ME
THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE
LOVE & REDEMPTION
FOR ETERNITY

I'll be giving away one of each! 









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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Ramping up for Christmas ... a few holiday photographs in the mix. If you wish to see anything you've missed, visit my Photobucket album.

Day 342, My Christmas Tree
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Day 343, Bald Cypress Leaves
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Day 344, Christmas Cactus
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Day 345, A Christmas Scene
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Day 346, Eastern Bluebird
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Day 347, Moon
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Day 348, Blanket Flower
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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Story Saturdays

ICHABOD & PENELOPE is now available in paperback. Only $8.99.

I received a nice review on NEW ~ JERSEY this week. 5 Stars. Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and KOBO. Also available in paperback.

★★★★★ "Great Faith Based Book. Great story and kept my interest. I couldn't wait to get back to my book. The characters were inspiring. I love reading Christian novels and feeling the Lord in the stories. This is a real feeling story of the Lord in lives and trusting His leading."

Also, ALL ABOUT ROMEO moved up to #4 this week on the Collections & Anthologies list at Amazon. Awesome!

Don't forget to check out all the 99 cent sale prices I have right now. ALL ABOUT ROMEO, A MIRACLE FOR MARI, LOVE AFTER SNOWFALL, EDEN, and SOMETHING ITALIAN. Links can be found on the blog.

I have a couple new book covers this week and am going to try something different. On my Facebook page, I post what I call "#storylines". These are snippets from certain scenes, just enough to make you want to know more.



Chapter 1, Scene 2: 

It’d come down to that in the end. Physical pleasure aside – and he was a good lover – he paid for her time. She’d learned how to make him happy, to be quick and do what he liked, then take what he left behind. In the meantime, she had things other girls didn’t, though she’d lost the greatest part of herself. Respect.

 


Chapter 1, Scene 1: 

Slender fingers curled over the edge of the display, Estelle Moore cast a look left and right for the presence of any other customers, then returned her gaze to the cardboard stand. The coast was clear. Still—

Tugging the plastic-wrapped calendar from the slot, a flush of heat washed over her. The Big Man in the sky was probably watching, and this would put her on the naughty list.


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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Hallelujah

And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God:

2 For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand.

3 And again they said, Alleluia And her smoke rose up for ever and ever.

4 And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia.

5 And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great.

6 And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.

7 Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready.

8 And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.

9 And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God.

10 And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.

11 And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.

12 His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself.

13 And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God.

14 And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.

15 And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.

16 And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, King Of Kings, And Lord Of Lords. (Rev 19:1-16)

Royal Choral Society, Hallelujah Chorus


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Suzanne D. Williams 

Suzanne Williams Photography  

Florida, USA 



Suzanne
 Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for
spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Here's this week's 365 Project photographs. As always, if you wish to see anything you've missed, visit my Photobucket album.


Day 335, Gray Squirrel
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Day 336, Poinsettia
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Day 337, Mom & Dad's Christmas Tree
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Day 338, Cassia Blossoms
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Day 339, Monarch Butterfly Chrysallis
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Day 340, Succulent Blossoms
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Day 341, Sunrise
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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Story Saturdays - A Kiss In September

My biggest announcement this week is I have a string of new paperbacks available through the Create Space store. Prices start at $8.99. All of these should appear at Amazon within a week's time.

Italian With A Side of Pasta  (The Italians #2)
Something Italian (The Italians #3)
Of All The Ways He Loves Me
The Life And Times Of Lucas McGilley
New ~ Jersey
Love After Snowfall


Today's excerpt comes from a future YA titled, "A Kiss In September." The idea behind this story began when the first sentence formed in my mind. My daughter and I were on the way to my office and had stopped at the grocery store. A pot pie in her hands and no clerk in sight, she said, "This is going in a book. Isn't it?" I've adapted it to fit a storyline, of course, and will be excited to release this next year.

Here's the opening sequence. September Blessing finds herself in the grocery store in a big mess.


EXCERPT:
 Standing uncertain in the center of the aisle, a frozen pot pie in my hands, I flipped my head back and forth, the action leaving a definite kink in my neck.
Now what? I could go to the help desk to check out, but the dumpy old man standing first in line was buying lottery tickets. Who knew how long that’d take?
On the other hand, the express lane was empty. But where the hang was the clerk?
“Can I help you, miss?”
A friendly, male voice jabbed loud in my ear, and I leaped in place, dropping the pie. Staring downward at it, I contemplated if it were broken or not. Do frozen pies break?
“Let me get that for you.” An arm appeared in my view and a hand with a recognizable class ring.
“You went to Ferris High?” I asked, focusing on the stone. Red stone. Ruby. That meant he was born in July.
“Graduated last year.”
Last year, so a year ahead of me.
He lifted the pie from the floor and handed it to me. The box was sweating now. I either checked out soon, or it would be mush.
I raised my gaze at last and halted in place as stiff as the pie. Dark hair, brown eyes, and a smile brighter than white laundry on a sunny day. Grocery boy was a handsome sight.
“And you?” he asked.
With his voice, I snapped out of my daze. “This year. But it’s my first year there. We moved here last summer from the opposite coast. Dad’s job.”
“Ah. Well, your food is probably thawing.” He motioned toward the box.
“Right. Yeah, and thanks … I’ll just …” Scooting in behind the man at the help desk, I faced forward.
The clerk, a petite blonde wearing grocery store green, slid the man’s tickets across the counter, and he grasped them with aged hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Cassetta,” she said. “Best wishes this week.”
He nodded, shoving them in his shirt pocket, and shuffled away, his thick-soled shoes squeaking on the title. “’Preciate it, dear,” he called over his back.
I pushed the pie toward the scanner along with a five dollar bill, and the clerk slid it across.
“That’ll be two fifteen,” she said. Her drawer popped open, and she counted the change, dropping it in my hand. “Have a nice day.”
Hooking the bag over my arm, I headed out, stepping through the electronic doors into figure-slimming late summer heat. “Now, I’m melting like the pie,” I mumbled.
I made a quick walk of the distance to my car, hopping over the well-compressed mulch of a half-hearted flowerbed and reaching for my purse. My fingers grazed air and once again, I paused. This couldn’t be happening.
“I only wanted a pie.”
A pie which was getting softer and softer by the minute, and seemed now destined for the trash can, because staring up at me from the driver’s seat were my keys. Keys, cell phone, and purse. How had I managed that?


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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

He Wrote A Bestseller

For God expressed His love for the world in this way: He gave His only Son so that whoever believes in Him will not face everlasting destruction, but will have everlasting life. (Jn 3:16 VOICE)


It is a complicated storyline woven through ages of time. Begun where one man made the wrong choice. And the character having made the wrong choice then affects everyone around him. His wife. His children. His grandchildren. And generations to come.

Nations collapsed based on his choice. People died because of what he decided. People he'd never meet. People who had no idea of the magnitude of it.Wars were fought because of his actions, one human hating another for reasons unfathomable, some making great sacrifices on behalf of the common good.

Soon, it was all going to pot, an entirely slate of humanity headed downhill in a hand-basket, all because one man followed a woman who was deceived. 

And the plot thickensThe Author of the story set about to right things, to redirect the story where it went wrong. But instead of erasing it, instead of wiping out pages and starting over, He inserted characters who heard His voice, who followed His directions and thereby led the host of humanity toward one cumulative event.

However, to get there He first needed someone willing to step out in faith, willing to give of herself in spite of all that society demanded, and also, a man who would shelter her, ignore the press, ignore the stares, the looks, the whispered words, and perform the impossible.

Because this ate at Him. He grieved over the progress of the story. It had to be made right. It had to be redirected. There had to come the ultimate Protagonist to bring things to a head, to speak the Words written in His heart clearly and with power. But He'd have to come from the very ones who'd unknowingly went astray or this wouldn't work.

His Protagonist would be of the people, a man like them, descended from others who over decades, centuries, listened to the Author. And yet a Man like none of them at all. Humble. Without Sin. And abounding with the extreme love that sent Him here to start with. He would be born with cows and chickens in the darkness of night, in a city His parents weren't from, in a time of persecution, after a journey of many miles.

And once born, men worshipped at his feet. Him, a baby, unable to talk or speak. Humble men who tended their flocks and later, the wisest of men who traveled from afar. Their differences as extreme as the storyline the Author was writing.

As extreme as the Gift the Author was giving.
As extreme as the days the Protagonist would live.
As extreme as the death the Protagonist would suffer.

And all this extremity to be swallowed up in a climactic moment written in the last chapter on the last page where the Protagonist wins salvation for all of mankind, where He brings healing and peace and prosperity to any who will reach out and take it.

You know ... the page you clasp to your chest, emotion swirling through you, declaring this was the best Book ever!

Or is it really the end? Is the story still going? Still growing, extending, and stretching. Still loving even the smallest person in the worst situation who never knew there was a storyline at all.

Because that's how big the Event was. How far-reaching. How extensive. How momentous. How Eternal.

How bestselling.

Featuring Andreas Bocelli and Mary J. Blige
(And I recommend the movie in the pictures, "The Nativity Story")


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Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Story Saturdays

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