Isn’t the grass greener when it rains?
Isn’t the air refreshingly cleaner?
Isn’t the chatter of raindrops and the white foam purer?
Isn’t the air refreshingly cleaner?
Isn’t the chatter of raindrops and the white foam purer?
Morph me Green!
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My thesis topic brought me back to the rural India, and as always I took with myself my digicam, the infidelity of which I decided to revenge by painting them the color I wanted to see them in.
Hence I morphed them green. All of them; even the black and white ones. Green, after all is more than a color.
Hence I morphed them green. All of them; even the black and white ones. Green, after all is more than a color.
I am what I am.
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