The silence between us seems to seep into every pore, crawling under my skin,
leaving me feel hurt and confused. I can only hear the voices inside my head,
remembering all those beautiful moments, getting lost on the roads to
the past. A past that holds so many happy words and laughter. A past
that knew no sadness. A past that is just that – past.
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camera: bronica sq-a
film: kodak portra 160 nc, expired
© nicole sprekelmann
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