There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, eachItalic blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

Below there!” I started up, looked from that door, and saw this Some one else standing by the red light near the tunnel, waving as I just now showed you. The voice seemed hoarse with shouting, and it cried,

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

An unusual sight. 3d digital artwork , 6k render. Some details. Detail 1. Detail 2. Detail 3. Detail 4. I hope you like it! :)

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

That light was part of his charge? Was it not? He answered in a low voice: ‘Don’t you know it is?’ The monstrous thought came into my mind as I perused the fixed eyes and the saturnine face, that this

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

There is beauty in imperfection, each blemish tells a tale. Perfect is viewer discretion, like barnacles on a whale. How I choose to speak, is louder than what you heard. Tell me can you read what is worth

笛声慢慢又变得舒缓起来，风停了，但银杏叶却好像舍不得这封思念，仍然落个不停，就像我一直不舍得的思念一般…… 我们一起绕着山走，日照金山，很美很美，身边不断能看到朝圣的藏族人。他们说，当世间第一缕阳光照耀在冈仁波齐时，便有了世间第一头牦牛，他们认为世间的一切都归于这片土地，没有什么是自己的，只是缘分供养了每一个人……