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Bodily / (2017)
A photo-essay for Junior Magazine with words by Laura-Blaise McDowell.

/ "You leave the treacherous coast, one from which it is easy to be pushed if you make the right mistake, the wrong choice. If a fire is lit you will be sent to the sea salt and secret rooms of the other side. To silence the damned note you hit, to serve the sentence in the waves, you spit 'Waves wash over me, ship wreck wreck me, break my bones, my unholy nose cannot smell the scent of home any more, there is no home on the ocean floor.'"