I'm still deep in the fields of winter with my analogue photography. Meanwhile, I've picked the first snowdrops, and the scent of violets makes a stroll through the garden especially delightful. I've had to cut communication to a minimum, as I feel the need to make space for the voice of my soul, without having to repeat how difficult everything is. I'm tired of justifying myself. I'm tired of so many things, and feel that many things are coming to a close. I have started in the hidden, like a seed in the darkness of the soil. Now it's time to nurture and grow.
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