She Stood In The Storm, And When

She Stood In The Storm, And When The Wind Did Not Blow Her Way, She Adjusted Her Sails.

I Was A 16-year-old Girl At One Point, So Of Course I Wrote Poetry.

The Photograph Contains And Constrains Within Its Own Boundaries, Excluding All Else, A Microcosmic Analogue Of The Framing Of Space Which Is Knowledge. As Such It Becomes A Metaphor Of Power, Having The Ability To Appropriate And Decontextualize Time And Space And Those Who Exist Within It.

I've Had Experiences That, You Know, Really Couldn't Be Replaced.

You All Know That I Have Been Sustained Throughout My Life By Three Saving Graces - My Family, My Friends, And A Faith In The Power Of Resilience And Hope. These Graces Have Carried Me Through Difficult Times And They Have Brought More Joy To The Good Times Than I Ever Could Have Imagined.