As of late, I find myself searching for the definitions of what makes me a woman... what it is that I use to define my womanhood by? The result of who I am when affected by men in my life, by my children, and by the women in my life too. Then there's love, and passion. Fire, and stillness. So many layers, various intensities. Pain, joy, love, heartbreak.
When taking these pictures I thought of the woman who created this home. I imagined her feelings. I wondered what she'd whisper. Was she happy when she left? Did she cry? Were her children born here? Is she at peace?
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