PC: Kevin Macintosh

She felt so small she could sail the paper boats she liked to set on the water. She would watch them grow smaller and small, thrown by the waves and thrashed by the wind, and her soul would sail in pursuit of the small white speck on an infinite rolling sea. To sail through storms only to rinse her broken heart the way her mother rinsed the dishes after dinner. To come out on the other side of the world a stranger to everyone, but to her heart especially.


  1. Wow! Those are gorgeous pictures!! I love the story....if only broken heart can be healed as easily as washing dishes! xxooxoxox

  2. i really love these photos. the desaturatedness of it all makes it seem so pensive and strong.