the wintering in my soul, the immense capacity of life for change, the tenuousness of hope, the brightness of the future. how we got to where we are, a stopping point, a layover until some force sends us hurtling off to our next adventure.
what it means to be just, what it means to be real, what it means to be true.
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About Me
- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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