confessions

I lost everything. Not in a metaphorical way—everything. The tiny, beautiful things I had gathered over years of being an artist , of trying to build a life, piece by piece, object by object. All of it was burned—literally—by someone I had once loved. My partner of eight years. After our separation, he lost himself. And with him, he took the physical evidence of my existence. He set it all on fire..

| Bachelor of Arts in Photography |
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Ohhh Sally, I'm so sorry .. sending you a big hug! 🫂