WORKS IN PROCESS, II(2023-present)
a love letter to my family after the death of my brother:
my father tells me a recurring dream
he cannot see the face of his family members
but can only feel their clothes as if
suspended in a field,
his eyes the wind
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a love letter to my family after the death of my brother:
my father tells me a recurring dream
he cannot see the face of his family members
but can only feel their clothes as if
suspended in a field,
his eyes the wind
