Quarantine Trip
       
     
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The Estonian artist who made me cry
       
     
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Quarantine Trip
       
     
Quarantine Trip

On a bright Saturday afternoon during one the first Quarantine weekends, my floor becomes my roommate’s ultimate stretching companion. Her clothes seamlessly blend into everything in her surroundings as she contorts herself into a sequence of deep stretches. The evening light serves as her warm companion. And I capture it.

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The Estonian artist who made me cry
       
     
The Estonian artist who made me cry

Never have I ever cried on a street. In public. While listening to live music. But this young musician poured her soul into her song, and it was the most touching performance I have ever witnessed.

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