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Published: Jun 11, 2011

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teehee, starting to make a LOT of kandi, my neckless is actually for a friend... oops XD

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4000x3000px 2.93 MB

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Canon

Model

Canon PowerShot A1200

Shutter Speed

1/60 second

Aperture

F/2.8

Focal Length

5 mm

ISO Speed

250

Date Taken

Jun 10, 2011, 2:38:43 PM

Sensor Size

6mm

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KandieWolfeh

Jun 17, 2011

Yay I'm not the only one that uses two R's in plurr

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