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The leaving of something sometimes feels endlessly better than the arrival.
We wonder if we wasted time, and if regret is just another baggage to carry around.
In this work I invited myself to dance despite of a broken heart, to enliven my grief of what’s lost with a promise of what can be.
The leaving of something sometimes feels endlessly better than the arrival.
We wonder if we wasted time, and if regret is just another baggage to carry around.
In this work I invited myself to dance despite of a broken heart, to enliven my grief of what’s lost with a promise of what can be.