Turkish Man
Sometimes a photo that you take or a painting that you paint, or a song that you compose, or a verse that you write resonates more with yourself than with others.
Here's one of those....
I remember the moment like it was yesterday... or at least the day before.
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Labels: Istanbul, Turkey, Yashica Mat124G