Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
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A deep saturated red with black stripes crisscrossing across it.
A crisp autumn day in a run-down motel in a small town.
The sound of a nail dropping onto a stone floor.
The smell of the forest just after a storm.
The feeling of leather against your skin.
The warmth of a fire while cold wind blows.
The sunlight which passes through the gaps of treetops.