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​I try to hold onto what lingers—
the way a moment feels just before it slips away.
​My photos exist somewhere between reality and a dream,
between what I see and what stays with me.
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​I try to hold onto what lingers—
the way a moment feels just before it slips away.
​My photos exist somewhere between reality and a dream,
between what I see and what stays with me.