Jinu and Rumi, in all their patterned glory, stopped by the booth. I love that it’s post-acceptance of herself Rumi with the colourful patterns. (Although I just noticed her contacts, so maybe it’s right before What it Sounds Like?)
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Jinu and Rumi, in all their patterned glory, stopped by the booth. I love that it’s post-acceptance of herself Rumi with the colourful patterns. (Although I just noticed her contacts, so maybe it’s right before What it Sounds Like?)