5 Aug 2022

Through the years I watch you transform, move, collide into newness and lessons. You are a lesson to me: to allow myself freedom. To construct flexible walls. To be light in this heavy world. The floaty feeling of French in the air that lifts me, that I can lean into.

A woman with long, dark hair stands mid-frame in a room full of red, full of dark photographs, looking at the camera.

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