I hear the sound of distant memories calling my name.
Sketch of the day no 1184 in my moleskine sketchbook: boats at Straits Quay marina.
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I hear the sound of distant memories calling my name.
Sketch of the day no 1184 in my moleskine sketchbook: boats at Straits Quay marina.
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