Photo Essay

Shedding memories

Memories of not long ago

Leaving the place I called home for 10 months was probably the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. Leaving the ones I love, facing the reality that bit ferociously. The memories left are the pictures I took and the pictures that are stored in my memory. Hoping those will fade in time as they cut like a knife. Memories still remain, never be the same.

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