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July 2023

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Love is imperfect: messy, unpredictable, and inevitably flawed. It has the power to shatter your soul and to breathe life back into your heart, all in the same moment. Still, we chase those butterflies endlessly. We can’t help it: we’re human.
I don’t remember the exact moment I first fell in love. Not the second it struck my soul, not the precise instant I knew. But I remember the feeling: a small spark swelling into a bonfire, warming me from the deepest pit of my stomach to the furthest tips of my fingers. Love may be hard to define in words or images, but we know its textures and edges. We know how it tastes, how it sounds, how it ignites the body and lingers in memory.
This piece seeks to capture that paradox, the beauty within imperfection, through the image of sloppy kisses shared on snowy nights.