This one time I woke up at 5 to see my windows tinted with this nice-looking mellow orange. I grabbed my camera and rushed to my balcony trying to squeeze my hands through the bars, this is what I took. It might not be the prettiest picture but i associate it with good times. Isn't that what a photograph is? the physical manifestation of all those stories you go through, the funny, the somber, the ones that make you space out and just whisper "man".
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