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What 26 looks like

schriftsteller

Published: Aug 20, 2015

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26 birthday

Description

The Future

Image size

1504x2256px 2.13 MB

Make

Canon

Model

Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XSi

Shutter Speed

1/83 second

Aperture

F/3.5

Focal Length

18 mm

ISO Speed

800

Date Taken

Aug 13, 2015, 11:28:27 PM

Sensor Size

14mm

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