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flannel shirted rain

Grey days make time stop and people hibernate. There's this weird, spitty moisture in the air, half-heartedly splattering water against the windows. Its as if the the rain can't even be bothered with the effort. Here, it grunts and slouches, his shoulders slouching protective around his pint of beer. He's wearing a blue and white flannel shirt, jeans, and a trucker cap and the bar is (of course) a dive, scarred brick, dark wood, thin carpets, and fights breaking out over the pool table. Leave me alone, kid, he'll say without turning. I've got better things to do.

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Photos by me on 35 mm film


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