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Sun May 18, 2008, 6:53 AM
New photos taken during a LARP - "Triptych of Jerusalem". It took place in Wroclaw, Poland 16.05. Some of them will apear here.
Greets^^

Feeling better now.




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  • Mood: Sympathy
  • Playing: 7th Sea, Mage, Werewolf
  • Eating: Polish pancakes
  • Drinking: Paulaner

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Mood: Caring =ChrissieCool May 18, 2008, 7:04:26 AM
Looking forward to seeing them and i'm glad you feel better now :hug:
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~ERVILL May 18, 2008, 7:05:41 AM
they say life goes on...
Thank you for your warm words ;]

--
He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself: and if thou gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into thee.’
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*Wilithin May 18, 2008, 8:26:56 AM
nice to see some new photo i dobrze, że Ci troszkę lepiej już... :hug:

--
Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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~ERVILL May 18, 2008, 8:50:12 AM
would you like to comment them?:>

--
He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself: and if thou gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into thee.’
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*Wilithin May 18, 2008, 9:07:29 AM
yes, of course, but now I'm too tired and my mind go to short vacation ;)

--
Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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