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Light. Born from our sun or a billion dying suns it doesn’t matter. We follow the light. We travel for it. We are waiting for it. We think about it. We illustrate it. We create with it. We worship it. This is frankly, an order of illuminated weirdos trying to catch the awe of the light. A solar-based cult wrapped around a DSLR. We are true pagans.
— manos tzavaras

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