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"WHERE MY PAST LINGERS."
"WHERE MY PAST LINGERS."
"WHERE MY PAST LINGERS."
The slow and uneven process of moving forward, where my past lingers as a fragile tether—bending, distorting, and fading over time. Echoes of what once was continues to shape what is becoming. Returning to places from my childhood, I confront the shifting tension between the physical changes in these spaces and the evolving lens through which I now perceive them.
The slow and uneven process of moving forward, where my past lingers as a fragile tether—bending, distorting, and fading over time. Echoes of what once was continues to shape what is becoming. Returning to places from my childhood, I confront the shifting tension between the physical changes in these spaces and the evolving lens through which I now perceive them.
The slow and uneven process of moving forward, where my past lingers as a fragile tether—bending, distorting, and fading over time. Echoes of what once was continues to shape what is becoming. Returning to places from my childhood, I confront the shifting tension between the physical changes in these spaces and the evolving lens through which I now perceive them.
