Colours, contours.
Front and back.

Saturday night, parties and movement all around in the neighbourhood. I am living with a family now: grandparents, parents, a niece and a three year-old share this house and everyday life.

Today we killed a duck. It is slowly cooking on the gas stove in the kitchen now.

I am receiving so much right here, right now. In many ways I have been adopted. I am still finding my place. Yesterday I made pancakes for everyone; they had never had them, and I was happy to share and eat something home-y.

The setting sun falls on my face. I am changing shape and colours by the minute.

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(This story told in pictures.)