Another online narcissist
In the Tate modern there was a big sun. It was probably not as big as the real sun (or, for that matter, as hot) but it was a big sun nonetheless.
I took a photo of it, as I'm sure many people did. I then basked in its glory for a full twenty minutes. Then I went home.
Labels: photograph, sun, tate
posted by El Sprengiko @ 13:01
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