Through My Window

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Today, I was standing beside the window.

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The broken window of the library. Now, It's more like a home. Not a library. I spend from day to night here.

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Whenever i feel bored from studies, i just run to catch some scenic views of the garden on the ground floor decorated by the government.

Thanks to this broken mirror that i can clearly see the green plants and trees outside.
Such a leisure to my eyes.

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Many small plants, floral plants, and others were neglected to be considered in the view. I can not see those pretty little babies. They might be feeling alienated and marginalized, similar to some devoiced communities in society. But, i want their voice to be heard.
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Let's walk to the next window!
The view is terrible, indeed. This drab mirror just made view foggy.

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Now, i have to zoom. Shouldn't be i grateful that i have a good mobile camera that can zoom in to heights and depth 馃檭馃檪.

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View from another Window


Blurred like my future 馃槩.

Taha, you want some clear and mind relaxing views of these green miniatures, right?
Hmmm.
So, why aren't you walking out of the library to the garden area?
Yep, it's a nice idea. Why am i standing on height?
I should walk out.
Downstairs




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Reached 馃槅.
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Yes, now it is feeling nice. I can even touch these plants and feel the artificial fragrance(that is not there, lol) in the air.
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I should be proud of myself. Slowly... Slowly, i am becoming a photographer. At least now i can claim that besides my degree, i have one skill. Skill of capturing good photos.
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Rain will soon come, and i should walk back to my window.
Walking back.


See you another time with another story 馃珷.


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