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This piece lives somewhere between rain and recall a black-and-white photograph that refuses to stay buried. The skull stares like an old album left open on the floor, its colors faded by time, its silence loud. This is about being reduced to objects: a photograph, a bottle, a tear. About swimming without knowing if you’re sinking. About returning only after the rain, as something that withers quietly in the heart. Memories don’t disappear. They wait. And then they drown you.
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