Notes To The Moon
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Last published Fri, Jun 14, 2024
poetic piece: instilling hope, self-acceptance, rebirth and growth - photographing the phase of love as a compact experience filled with both pain and joy but with a given ability unto us to choose our frequency and tune to play.
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