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NaNovel 2010 The Three Day War Cover Art 3

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Published: Sep 12, 2012

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Description

This was going to be the cover for my first attempted National Novel Writing Month novel, The Three Day War (which was a flop with only around 4,500ish words). These pictures were taken of me, on a hill near my house, at sunset, in November.

Image size

3872x2592px 487.87 KB

Make

SONY

Model

DSLR-A230

Shutter Speed

1/100 second

Aperture

F/5.6

Focal Length

55 mm

ISO Speed

400

Date Taken

Aug 25, 2010, 7:27:00 PM

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