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    Growth

    We were told to stay down and keep to ourselves Planted in toxic soil Watered by poisonous words and bruised by jealous hands. We were told we could only grow here, Locked behind our glass homes Hoping that the world would appear as beautiful If we could pretend to see it But never touch it. But we are not the same, we are not less than or more We resist, we are opportunists. We don’t know where to go So we took our roots and left Pushing for flowers even on desert land We are wild and untamed. We will not be afraid to chase the sun in an awkward…

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    Photo Essay | Using our privilege to show up and listen

    I captured these photos to showcase the peaceful and powerful protests, rallies and marches I attended in the later half of 2020.  The protests and rallies I went to included A Black Lives Matter protest that took place in Toronto, Mississauga and Brampton, as well as a rally and march to support the Indigenous Land Defenders.  My family is not from Canada, but I understand that I am white representing. That alone gives me privilege. Because of this, I found it my duty to attend these gatherings of solidarity and to listen to what racialized communities had to say. I encourage those who have similar privileges as me to do…

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    Photo essay: Finding warmth in the midst of cold winters

    I have somewhat mixed feelings when it comes to winter. There are moments when I wish it would just end, due to the uncomfortable moments it can bring.  These moments include: 1. Waking up in the morning and going outside, only to find yourself surrounded by darkness and the cold wind  2. Waiting for unreliable public transportation when it’s -20 degrees and windy, for 25 to 30+ minutes (we’ve all been there)  3. Walking ever so slowly and carefully on the street so you don’t slip on black ice Despite moments like these, I am also reminded that I experience the coziest moments that cannot be replicated in any other…

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    Photo essay: On human touch and closeness

    Touch and closeness possess the power to make a moment significantly more special, whether it is through a small gesture or simply being physically close to another person.  Touch is used to comfort, and to express affection and joy. It is truly its own way to communicate one’s feelings and emotions, while having an impact that transcends language. This idea is one that I had taken for granted during life before COVID-19. Through its absence and the enforcement of social distancing, I have only recently come to realize its impact on the intimacy of a relationship.  This series of film pictures are made more special through the gift of touch…

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    /pərˈsist/

    Time has been moving differently these days, slower and yet somehow much faster, but maybe we remember time moving differently because we all took it for granted before. I know I did. This year I have watched people lose their dream jobs, lose their houses, miss births and funerals, postpone big milestones; I have seen the strongest of people start to slowly unravel. I have watched friends die, experience trauma, grieve loved ones, lose loves and fights, and pieces of themselves; I have watched the struggle to live in this new reality take away life-sustaining supports. But I have also been lucky enough to watch two people I care about…