Who slept here?

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Who slept here?

I hate to even say where in the world this desolate hovel is located, lest someone think it’s typical of life there. This brand of misery can be found everywhere in the world – its stories too horrific to tell (unless you’re a news presenter and we’re eating our supper with the TV on.)

Of course it could have been a frat house or cheap and nasty digs for a bunch of 19 year old boys – but I don’t think so…

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Oh, it’s fantastic, this one just lept out and shook me by the neck, terrific, really, out-of-this-world, ghost in town!

I came across this Irish (i think) young photographer, thought you’d be interested.

She’s a bit mean with herself…I don’t know how to describe it…but her work is good, and everyone is allowed to be who they are.

Here she is… http://croppingreality.com/2011/02/08/urban-decay-ii/

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09/02/2011 at 12:35 am

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