When did real life become undesirable?

When did imperfections become "fixable"?

I LONG for real. I LONG for raw.

This was a mom who took some space to explore herself.

After I left she probably made dinner for her two children in that kitchen and then washed the dishes with those very tools.

For a second, she got to mix her two worlds.

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That is art.