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A silly name really. Reminding you of falling leaves. Of reds, yellows and orange. Of crunching and crushing.
Walking down a alley. It's 9pm. The streets are emptying quickly as passerby's rush home from work. What's that? A sudden sound. A flash of shadow. You try to rationalize but jump to the worst conclusion anyway.
I'm an artist. Someone who creates instead of destroying. Someone who thinks, makes and reflects. They are the makers of beauty.