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Oh that's right we read the newspaper and magazines.

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  1. That's a really inviting kiosk and, once again, it's that beautiful tree that catches my eye too :D)

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  2. Martin Place isn't so bad for a concrete jungle. The heritage buildings trees and movable plant displays soften the concrete.

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    1. To me it is concrete jungle. I just can't figure out why it is so sterile despite all they try to do to it.

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  3. Martin Place has been junked up too much for my liking. But I guess they are trying to slow down the canyon effect.

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    1. I am not sure what is better junked up or empty. I don't like Martin Place. I don't think it works.

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  4. Another really interesting shot with lots to take in. I love how you framed the person in the background.

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