The hands of time gently turned back, and I landed in an alley in the 1980s. The blue brick walls were covered with wisteria, and the air was filled with the smell of coal stoves and gardenias. The girl in a denim skirt in the distance turned around - it was a 20-year-old mother, with eyes as bright as stars that had not yet fallen into dust. She said to me: "You want to see the bigger world for me." As time passed through the photo album, I touched the wet tears on my cheeks.
Intent: Warmth and healing