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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Thousands of words


I haven´t uploaded pictures for two months so here are a few. See more awesome salsa photos and more, here.
They range from the last fiesta at CC-CS up to the past week & capture part of my Spanish life in snapshots.
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I'm standing in some Roman ruins at Itálica.

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La Alhambra, Granada, España
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
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The Word without a word, the Word within
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