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| Raindrops dancing on my window. |
The tree outside my window turns into this soft watercolor version of itself, like it’s posing for a dream instead of a photo.
I always tell myself I’ll be productive while it rains, but somehow I end up just staring at the drops racing down the glass.
Maybe that is a kind of productivity: existing slowly.
Location: Home, Portugal.
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