“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label smiles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smiles. Show all posts
Saturday, June 18, 2016
tursiops
smiles remind us
we are not the only ones
Here-Optimistic.
Image National Undersearch Research Program (NURP) Collection Location: Temperate-Tropical Atlantic & Pacific Ocean Photographer: M. Herko Credit: OAR/National Undersea Research Program (NURP).
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