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the virgin suicides
Rotterdam, Barendrecht (Summer 2010, Digital)
The sweet field of daisies, fresh air and the dewy texture on my feet. As I laid them there and there, I looked across the serene pond filled with rhythmic sprinkles. The moisture soaked in, and I felt as if I was sinking deeper into the supple soil. For a moment, I never wanted to return.
I still wish I hadn’t.
