Dear,
I turned to light when words fell short.
The skin, a curve, a shoulder—
They stirred something deeper than meaning.
Now you’re here, eyes tracing these lines.
Because you’re searching, too—
for what makes you whole,
what’s always been yours,
just waiting to be seen.
— Cat.
New York based photographer
Wechat: Cathyou95
Ins: Photobycat_zl
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