The Clouds
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Complete Sun, Oct 21, 2018<5 mins
I was inspired by staring at the clouds too long and the heavy rain that came after with the super strong wind. Its amazing how the sky will be grey as if its sad. And then after the rain, it turns blue. Kinda like it's happy again
I was also inspired by LSD's Thunderclouds
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