Through her eyes

A tear escapes the corner of her eye as she releases her hair to cascade against her back. She closes her eyes, tilts her head and runs her hand slowly through her prayers. It is within this moment that she feels the warmth and love of her ancestors; she is home. Lindsay Rowan Photography Let me tell you a story. I am sitting on my bum, legs crossed, waiting and dreading for my hair to be braided. I can hear […]

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