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Tether | Original Photo Print
I hold a fleeting moment of the season in my hand.
It sways in the wind, glows in the light, as if it might vanish at any second.
And yet, the grasshopper resting there seems to weave time into its delicate form.
Even when I forget a memory in my mind, I sometimes find it still lingers in my body, in the temperature of my fingertip, or in the breath of air from that place.






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