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Triangles

Synesthi

Published: Sep 24, 2012

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Description

This set-up is full of triangles, which I really like. I didn't position them this way, this is just how they are on our counter.

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640x480px 89.32 KB

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Apple

Model

iPhone 3G

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F/2.8

Date Taken

Sep 23, 2012, 4:51:03 PM

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AlistersAngelsong

Sep 24, 2012

I LOVE TRIANGLES. THEY ARE MY FAVORITE SHAPE.

...Sorry for the spaz attack there XD

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