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Photography - #1 | Shree's Collection

In a backpack in Shree's cupboard lay in an unused hard drive some pictures. Some pictures which he photographed himself. Many of them were good and many of them excellent. So among those pictures we chose some and are now displaying here.

Shree Raj Chettri

Shree Raj Chettri

Shree Raj Chettri

       

                         Shree Raj Chettri                


Tell us which of the pics you like the most and if anyone wants a copy of their own delivered in hd-jpg format email us at writersthefewunited@gmail.com           

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