@martatimmer

I grew up with summers at the lakeside, learning to swim, and playing with friends and family. Each year the sizzling hot sun turned my skin golden, and squished my expression into a permanent squint for a few months. The only evidence now are pictures from that time. This lake was different. Nestled in the prairie of a foreign country, it did not have the same body, the same warmth, the same memories attached to it. This lake was windy, and full of weeds. The water was murky, and full of insects. I did not swim. LAKE OF SECRETS 9 tezos - editions on objkt

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