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It was so, so, stupidly cold; feelings even froze in their place, taking too long to reach the heart and the brain – or maybe it was just shock. ( He wouldn’t know how to describe the taste of spring, now. It was like flowers, dew, and life; like warmth and like love. It was her. That was all he could remember. It was just her. )

Veronica Kim Photography


2009-10 Parallax  

Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10