︎︎︎ Late homecoming
For the first time in almost thirty years, I felt that this place was my home. Somewhere at the end of the world, where many unexplained things still hide in the corners, I found a shelter where I healed my broken heart. I can still be a child there.
For the first time in almost thirty years, I felt that this place was my home. Somewhere at the end of the world, where many unexplained things still hide in the corners, I found a shelter where I healed my broken heart. I can still be a child there.
2022 — ongoing