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traces. collection 1

I would say, this collection has traces of everything I wanted. Traces of my million thoughts hand crafted on clothes in a uniform abstraction. My anger took the color of red. My self growth nurtured a green color in me. And all the thoughts I could not answer turned shades of grey. But, what kept me moving was the white space of my head that gave me the piece of mind in this chaos.

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