Hope mutates.
A thousand different ways I was swept away by promise.
A hundred different ways I dared hope.
A handful of moments in which I dreamed.
A singular moment in which I fell.
Tension, measured in hours, exploding and contracting as the seconds ticked away.
A hundred ways in which I hurt.
A thousand cuts, minuscule but exacting.
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RENATA RAMASRA
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WHATSAPP: (647) 454-1634
Humanizing Non-Human Primates
Exploring the lives of orangutans
Travel and the Single Girl
Reconciling wanderlust when there's no one to wander with
Domestic Animals
The animals among us
Cultural Portraits
Port of Spain, Trinidad
Concerts
Steel Panther
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