Grief brought me to my homeground. It changed the perspective. The lens that I am using now, has unexpected filters, those of a soul that mourns and searches under layers, upon layers of soil.
Photographic Memories as Visual Reflections





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My soul yearns for the voices of the past that are yet to come
Grief brought me to my homeground. It changed the perspective. The lens that I am using now, has unexpected filters, those of a soul that mourns and searches under layers, upon layers of soil.