Rebekah Suter
On losing oneself, or the breaking and healing of the soul. There is memory in every fragment. A fragment of paper, a fragment of history. Pieces of myself left behind, gifted to every place, every person. There is grounding
On losing oneself, or the breaking and healing of the soul. There is memory in every fragment. A fragment of paper, a fragment of history. Pieces of myself left behind, gifted to every place, every person. There is grounding