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Bayou Screams

The morning after St. Patrick's Day in the deep south. Green beads litter the street, the air smells of stale beer. There is a car parked ahead of you with a face staring at you, screaming. You've been awake for so long you start to question if it's real or not. The face is a reflection of your feelings from the night before, the terror, the against, of being lost in a strange city and the people you've met across the way.

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6
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0
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Created
Mar 2022
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Creator earnings
7.5%
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  • Medium: Photography