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Showing posts with label submarines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label submarines. Show all posts
Friday, 11 August 2017
Portrait
Mark wearing exactly the right shirt to go with the rust and grey paint of this rivet-pocked lieu - part of the disused submarine mending-place (not the right name I expect) in Bordeaux's eerie and photogenic quays.
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