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    Through a Different Lens:

    Discovering New Possibilities

    The Stitched Heart of Rememberance
    A heart stiched with barbed wire, each scar a refusal to forget

    A red heart stiched with barbed wire, each scar a refusal to forget

    Glowing Mushroom in Manure

    They fed me decay, I turned it into light.

    A glowing mushroom in a dim room surrounded by manure.   Not wilted, Radiant.

    When Life Gives You Lemons Add Vodka.

    Emotional Labour Deserves a Toast.

    A citrus grove at golden hour, lemons sliced mid air, vodka pouring from a bottle suggesting systemic clarity is not at all clear