Through her window I see the most beautiful clouds.. from inside they are framed away from me.
Looking to the sand, and how the water moves it...
And dam, I love reflections....clouds melting, dancing, holding onto the water.
Should I be looking at something else, probably. But in between all of that...I also see this.
And more of this.
Can't help what I like to see, what I want to explore, even if I know its not the most important focus right now...its a part of what I see and I need it to also take part in the rest.
Not propaganda, not dark, not realistic stalinistic representations of how the workers are in struggle, above, around, inside the movements. I am here too. I see this and feel this too. 
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