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Some random pictures that otherwise wouldn't see the light of day. And I can't bring myself to delete them so they go to their digital grave unseen.

Why? The colour. Nothing else.
Why? I can't delete it yet I don't have another use for it.
Why? Memories. Beauty.
Why? Drama. Memories.
Why? Cute cat. Typical posture.
Why? Drama. Colours, shape and form.
Why? Colour, appearance.
Why? Drama.
Why? Memory. My shadow on the left. Hiraeth (though I'm not allowed it).
Why? Drama. Light. Hiraeth (though - see above).
Why? Drama. Light. Composition.


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