Tongariro National Park New Zealand
© Harry Pope
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Sometimes I long so much for the open road. When I cannot calm myself, only the street can calm me down. The endless night, with its roof above me, made of stars. The rain is my shower and the cold is my rest
Venus in furs, they say? Who will be my bear then to stir my brick blood hard? Because Venus is nude at night
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