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| Our new place |
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| View from the street |
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| Every blood stain tells a story: We found the house empty and claimed it, the previous owners will not return. Well, not in their old form anyway. |
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| Just out on an errant |
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| Veebs and I |
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| Legion and I |
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| The Glint community grows tighter |
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| Our home is always open. |
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| A thoughtful Winter, a refugee and my son playing |
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| Another refugee coming for shelter |
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| Makeshift furniture |
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| Family life |
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| home sweet home |
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| Mare on the floor |
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| Waiting for nightfall |
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| Our terrace overlooking the graveyard. We have the walking dead in constant view |
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| Getting organized |
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| Making plans |
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| Sticking together |
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| Depending on one another |
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| Jarethe and Legion, man-talk |
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| Sunset |
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| The haunted hotel changed it colors. |
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| Survivers |
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| Amazed that we pulled through so far |
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| But the big sky is too big to care |
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| Good team: Curator and Judge |
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