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Rain was falling this morning on my way into work harder than it typically does in the morning. My office was darker than it typically is on a cloudy day like today. The rain and darkness are pairing well with the interviewees in my ears as I vacantly stare at the computer entering letters onto the dull white page. They discuss their respective crafts while the fan-girl interviewers go gaga for their answers. It's usually days like today that would make someone slump into a depression - eyes glazed over, aimlessly working - but there's something quite beautiful in the colorless sky today, something almost musical in the falling rain.
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
The Falling Rain
Rain was falling this morning on my way into work harder than it typically does in the morning. My office was darker than it typically is on a cloudy day like today. The rain and darkness are pairing well with the interviewees in my ears as I vacantly stare at the computer entering letters onto the dull white page. They discuss their respective crafts while the fan-girl interviewers go gaga for their answers. It's usually days like today that would make someone slump into a depression - eyes glazed over, aimlessly working - but there's something quite beautiful in the colorless sky today, something almost musical in the falling rain.
austin-bauer
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
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