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They’ve had their necks kneeled on.
They’ve been held outside in the rain while in their underwear.
At least three citizens were pregnant when agents detained them.
They’ve had their necks kneeled on.
They’ve been held outside in the rain while in their underwear.
At least three citizens were pregnant when agents detained them.
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Take awesome pictures with old or weird (or both) cameras while supporting a good cause!
The Shitty Camera Challenge is one of the first accounts I found when I joined Bluesky and one of the reasons I come back. They also have awesome merch.
the winds still howl
the bell still tolls.
My breath turns heavy
as we drift into the long cold night.
The Fitzgerald stirs beneath.
I harbor their echoes
and cradle her steel.
My waves bear the sorrow
of all I have taken.
the winds still howl
the bell still tolls.
My breath turns heavy
as we drift into the long cold night.
The Fitzgerald stirs beneath.
I harbor their echoes
and cradle her steel.
My waves bear the sorrow
of all I have taken.