Saturday 11 June 2016

Scribble #31

We can separate the man from the artist, but the man has to be made accountable for his actions.

I only just realised, I love the smell of rain. I've spent so long shutting my doors and windows whenever it rained outside - specifically so I would not experience rain - that I didn't stop to actually pay attention to it when the sky clouded and it poured. Now, sitting at my desk with my window open, I breathe in the rich, cold, watery, earthy scent. It's not dirty, it's natural. It's magical.

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