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Got The Time?


Time can be a priceless gift or an ungodly curse - depending on how it is spent (or wasted). I spent way too much time on this photo eliminating the huge knot of electrical cords plugged into the outlet on the wall... what an eyesore. I should have left the box blur out just to show off my snazzy/obsessive cloning skills.
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