All over with the rain, everything becomes grey,
Sunsets blur in my head as if they were made with pastel
technique,going from a picture to a dirt smudge.
Even greatest boots break, if they broke by itself or someone else did it,
At the end, does it really matter?
Eventually it turns out always the same way: feet get wet.
Who brought the rain? that's the real question.
Photos & text by Sudweek
Sunsets blur in my head as if they were made with pastel
technique,going from a picture to a dirt smudge.
Even greatest boots break, if they broke by itself or someone else did it,
At the end, does it really matter?
Eventually it turns out always the same way: feet get wet.
Who brought the rain? that's the real question.
Photos & text by Sudweek
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