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May 2015
I connect the sound of rain drops hitting my window the way kids do in colouring books. The pitch of the drop determins the colour of the line that connects each raindrop and the loudness of the drop determines how bright or dim that colour is. Images in my mind are ones I will never be able to replicate. It's mornings like these that made me wish they would last forever
Blind Aesthetic
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Blind Aesthetic  29/M/California
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