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My home in Mexico. I lived in an old brick building on the edge of town. A somewhat renovated (we did it ourselves) abandoned sugar mill factory by the sea with two other women, and a handful of rotating artists/travelers.

We surfed, we sipped mezcal, we built fires beneath the stars.

I painted, I wrote, I cried, I hit a piñata until I didn’t need to cry anymore. I fell in love. With this small desert beach town. With the family who caught all the fish for my tacos. With the the dog I named Cowrie and would join me for morning strolls down dusty dirt roads…

A moment in time. Captured on 35mm film by Chacha