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Uncovering the reflections.

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Snowy day, downtown Toronto.

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A touch of Paris.

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Our reflection leaves its ethereal trace on the surface. Detached from your movement and conscious, it stays there, piling up through different bodies toward creating a new entity.

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Momentum, New York City.

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City lights, Toronto.

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Fika Cafe, Toronto.

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“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.” Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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Just a perfect night.

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A thousand words.

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Spadina Museum, Toronto.

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Fairmont Royal York Hotel, Toronto.

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Allan Gardens, Toronto.

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Smell of the old books. Toronto, Canada.