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Photography: Digital, Color, Manipulated, Photo on Canvas, Paper.
My soul is trapped in an imperfect body, that gets sick, hurts, and gets old.
My soul can see, hear, smell, feel for the senses that feed her with experience. But she cries and rejoices for herself.
Someday she will be free and will fly through the universe like stardust. She will return and join with other infinite ones.