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Nov 2016
Concept: My tears return to the ocean, She curls herself around me and i sigh with relief. In the slow rocking of the tide, i will always be Her child. There are no tears now, only dreams of seasalt and an eternal embrace.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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