and each time i will come
each time i'll be another
a sinner, a saint
your enemy, brother
the rush of freedom when a perceived part of you, a deeply true one gets expressed for the very first time - a thrill from the depths of an ocean reaching the surface, rucking it up, revealing its inner movement, released with an unheard sound.
whatever the face, its expression is constantly beautiful as reflecting the deepest truth.
it's an ascending shiver.
the wodnica who has finally found her way out to the surface
through the channels of ritual photography
will she sing?
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