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Where lived experience meets the sacred, unseen threads weave life, love, and wonder.
Savage Nights – Walking Manhattan, NYC
Walking Manhattan alone, soaked and exposed, I followed signs, met strangers, and witnessed mercy in hidden corners of the city, learning to trust the journey.
Savage Nights – Walking Manhattan, NYC
Walking Manhattan alone, soaked and exposed, I followed signs, met strangers, and witnessed mercy in hidden corners of the city, learning to trust the journey.
Ojos del Salado
I needed work. I became an “Expert Level Expedition Specialist,” guiding strangers up Ojos del Salado while tent walls flapped and the clipboard lied.
Ojos del Salado
I needed work. I became an “Expert Level Expedition Specialist,” guiding strangers up Ojos del Salado while tent walls flapped and the clipboard lied.
Fred, Again
Fred drifts through town, curious and absent-minded, until he finally finds Astrid waiting in the moonlit cemetery. Their reunion is quiet, tender, and perfectly absurd.
Fred, Again
Fred drifts through town, curious and absent-minded, until he finally finds Astrid waiting in the moonlit cemetery. Their reunion is quiet, tender, and perfectly absurd.
Astrid
Astrid loves Fred despite his absent-minded ways, following him through nightly wanderings, silently letting him lead, her heart rotted yet full of enduring affection.
Astrid
Astrid loves Fred despite his absent-minded ways, following him through nightly wanderings, silently letting him lead, her heart rotted yet full of enduring affection.
Let Me In
She banged on the bedroom door, holding the flowers he left, whispered their beauty, and he leaned close. Nothing else needed—she was a catch.
Let Me In
She banged on the bedroom door, holding the flowers he left, whispered their beauty, and he leaned close. Nothing else needed—she was a catch.
Behind Her Skin
She glows in the morning, all eyes drawn to her, yet her depth, her hidden layers, affect me most. She’s a living masterpiece, bar none.
Behind Her Skin
She glows in the morning, all eyes drawn to her, yet her depth, her hidden layers, affect me most. She’s a living masterpiece, bar none.