The song is the hope of the bird The sound, the water is half stone and half foam. And whose word, harsh or soft, is moving the stones. The blessing seems to come. The word we said, no one to it is attached, a prey to vertigo of soul! Is the green-eyed monster that torments the prey it eats. the rocks, are beset by visions: quite demons, going about the occupations of the savage shadows. In this dark ocean of mist and clouds. Ocean, it is necessary that the wurm is there for balance. And the shadow was afraid, and the tree, and the wave, and the star. The ocean, which swells and struggles becomes a voice.
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Camera Model Name Canon PowerShot SX210 IS
Shooting Date/Time 3/15/2011 4:05:34 PM
Shooting Mode Auto
My Colors Mode Off
Tv (Shutter Speed) 1/1250
Av (Aperture Value) 4.0
Light Metering Evaluative
Exposure Compensation 0
ISO Speed 160(Auto)
Lens 5.0 - 70.0 mm
Focal Length 5.0 mm
Digital Zoom None
IS Mode On
Image Size 4320x2432
Image Quality Fine
Flash Off
White Balance Auto
AF Mode Continuous AF
Parameters Contrast Normal
Sharpness Normal
Saturation Normal
Color Space sRGB
File Size 1793 KB
Drive Mode Single-frame shooting
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