Simple - FotoSlovo 2025 - Category « Fine Art »
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Fragments
In the end, all that’s left are the memories we hold. It’s a fear that these memories, like wisps of smoke, will dissipate with time, leaving me with a void that cannot be filled. I wish I could have collected more of these memories. Since I can’t hear your voice, your footsteps, or feel your presence, I have to pretend, so that’s what I do.
