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Though technically the beginning of a new week, Sunday always seems more like the last breath of a week gone past. Depending on the prior week, it is either the panicked gasp of one who fears what comes next, or the peaceful exhalation of one having made the most of their time.
Sunday is revelation. It is the moment you realize exactly how you are living your life.
Sitting silently, accompanied by the quiet companionship of 4 trees. The river laps gently against the stone at the water's edge. Momentarily, you forget that you would never set foot in this river.
Rolling to check out the city soon for the first time. Where the creatives to connect with there? Also planning to shoot some portraits of Black Creatives out there for an ongoing film photography series, so any connects would be awesome. Pass the word! (And the peas)
The Future.