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Watch Me Rot

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Published: Oct 2, 2014

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3008x2000px 1.55 MB

Make

NIKON CORPORATION

Model

NIKON D40

Shutter Speed

10/2000 second

Aperture

F/10.0

Focal Length

55 mm

ISO Speed

400

Date Taken

Oct 2, 2014, 5:23:52 AM

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