self portrait
project 52, week 47
Hard as I try, I cannot shake my love for the eastern shore. I've lived far away, but I keep coming back. I wish I lived in the city, I really do, but I also know that no matter what, there's a part of me that's only alive when I smell the marsh and feel the wind off the water.
Hard as I try, I cannot shake my love for the eastern shore. I've lived far away, but I keep coming back. I wish I lived in the city, I really do, but I also know that no matter what, there's a part of me that's only alive when I smell the marsh and feel the wind off the water.
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