Lens
No one can see what you see
In the same you cannot see what I see
the ability of the lens 18mm
You live in a home torn from the sanity we like to call stability
The place I call home suffers from the insanity of paranod skitsophrenics
The ability of the lens 300mm
Let the world know we are not alone
The power of the lens 50mm
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