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When the party was over. Monday loomed. Happy memories are all that remained and sorrow quickly followed. Intoxication began to lose its grip. Humanity came back to earth until the next weekend chapter greeted me with its fake smile and its wide open arms ready to devour me yet again.

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Funkaholic Punk. The colourful Annasofie.

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Moving. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. We move to move. Moving me from one emotion, to another. Each time different. Seeing these movements. Standing before these people entranced in their physical arts and abilities looking through a lens ready to catch that moment where my feelings and my finger react almost instantly. I'm not so much capturing a moment, more a feeling. I observe a routine put together by beautiful minds and people then when I get that emotional jolt stop the show. "go back a few seconds please. THERE!!" Once, twice, three times maybe more. It needs to feel like the one before it becomes the one. To add to the frustrations, facial expressions. I'm not looking for happiness or anything. I'm looking for that lost in the dance feeling. The moments that can only be found when moving naturally. That moment when movement becomes still but at the same time still moving.

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Forget Me Not.

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Yearning I silence my thoughts as it cries come here, come here talk to me, talk to me. My eyes glimmer and glance towards you, ready to look away if you turn, but you don't, you don't. My lips they say: Just leave I don't care, I don't care. My heart, it hurts because I do. Elana Wong

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Hibi. Tokyo. Japan.

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Something comfortable.

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Tangerine

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Human. The skin we're in.

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Halina AI Twin Lens Reflex. Kodak Portra 400 120. Model: Ellie Mai-Jackson.

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Halloween emotions.

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Faith.

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Berlin Wall. 2015.

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Hair and Sky

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Free Spirit Blessed is a soul that lives freely, Free from the world’s tragedies and pains, A soul that cherishes life happily Like a child with no bargains... Fly like a butterfly And be as free as you can be, Find peace within the sky And move as quiet as the sea... Try to free your soul and mind And watch as He puts upon you his love Leave the material world behind And forever we’ll be together in the heavens above. Ussah Kabelo Isaac Mothibi

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Shadows Do not run from the sun, the bluebird said, Your feet will unravel, leaving nothing but thread. Then lend me your wings , she said in reply,  And we'll fly to a place where the shadows don't lie. Olivia Autumn.

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