 | "I suspected, however, that I wasn't homesick for anything I would find at home when I returned. The longing was for what I wouldn't find: the past and all the people and places that were lost to me.” ― Alice Steinbach, Without Reservations: The Travels of an Independent Woman |  |
- LORENA - The ritual of every year, hanging the same adornments in the same Christmas tree... every time it all seemed unchanged. But as years came and went, so did the childhood innocence and people attached to the celebration, irreplaceable things that will always be missed. | - DAPHNE - we can only long for something that is no longer in our sight. the crumbled paper is being held together by silver longings. the neckpiece is to be worn tightly around the neck so one can not see it when looking down. |
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