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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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WHERE DID EVERYONE GO?.......
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Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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Painting my neighbors apartment. I shouldn't have let them see how well mine turned out !
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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... on a student film shoot, as DoP.
One of the locations was an industrial waste tip, which was exactly like the refugee camp in Children of Men, except I didn't see any dead bodies*. We wrapped this evening (hurray!).
David
*that said, I can't be sure there weren't some under there somewhere.
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Yes, there's always something nasty down there, staring at us when we can't see it. 
Have a good night's sleep, Deeej! 
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