In my childhood, every time we left our apartment for very long months, my parents would cover the furniture with plastic. Since I was forced to leave Russia, my heart and soul have been wrapped in a film of waiting. I keep living, but my heart and soul remain at home.

Conceptual Photographer, Feminist, Activist.
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Self-portrait and nature photographer/ in love with poetry of light and words https://linktr.ee/dani_phstories

Thank you, dear 😘😘😘. There are few prospects now, but we have to keep believing 🥹

This is so touching, I hope the day of returning home will come very soon 🤍

| NFT maker & AI artist | Interested in poetry and art |

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We used to cover furniture at a house by the sea. The house was sold but I get the feeling.

"Such a powerful reflection. It’s like being in limbo, where the world moves forward, but a part of you stays frozen in time. The heart carries home with it, no matter how far you go."