Blurred lines and fuzzy features imitate the objects I know. The fire alarm... is just a beige blur. The carpet... is just a sea of synthetic fibers. And the bedside lamp... is just an incandescent inferno. But in the morning I'm sure they'll be clear.
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Love the images through the lens. 💗
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Thank you Cassa!!
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I like the imagination and love the simile ☺️
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