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Forgetting your lines during an audition or a theatre performance is a sure step toward extended bouts of self-recrimination. It's a horrible feeling, and one that brings with it enough stress that it can compound on itself, causing even the words yo...
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Who knew sand could look so damn colourful and interesting? , that's who, whose incredible microphotography reveals each grain of sand to be a kaleidoscope of colour and texture that defies its rather bland reputation.
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Sail on Dusk Colour River, Late Spring
Dusk colour gorge sheathed in emerald blankets, rising into sheer cliffs of auburn cinnabar, all underpinned by the fathomless flow of azure clarity. Snowy Egrets nest in pine top heights clear of ...
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