A dot through my lens.

Seeing dots through my lens.

In Quebec, I found a dot in the sidewalk. The beauty of Quebec is still with me.

A perfect rest.

A perfect rest.

They tired of my taking photos. I tired of them walking without me.

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Life is still.

I remember feeling closely connected to myself and distantly connected to others.

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Beauty kept reminding me.

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I was shown that busting through comes with force.

I still remember my painful thankfulness.

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I couldn’t love my daughter more.

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She is stunningly beautiful.

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