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my mummas curtains.
the moving of air.
the coming of spring.
a long walk out over the water. a family trip south.
my papa calls newborns "babes" instead of "babies".
a view from a rooftop in Quebec. another family trip.
a mask i made. a lion. grade six.

these photos.
they made sense to me today; felt right.
they tell a story to me. maybe, hopefully, to you too.

back to the essay.
guten naught.

xxx