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One of the first videoclips I have ever made. It´s about 12 years old. My cousin and I made it with a very early digital pohoto camera.
posted by Gregor Jaruga at 1:17 AM
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
One of the first videoclips I have ever made. It´s about 12 years old. My cousin and I made it with a very early digital pohoto camera.
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this picture is not linked to a video! help!
Gregor, the picture is lovely, but did you intend to include the video?
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