Call it a cleansing, the way I donated and discarded the memories of ghosts long gone;

they don't need to live in my closet anymore, laid to rest in cardboard caskets 

before I reached a point of letting go, or at least not forgetting they were buried there.

Good-byes have never been so easy, but I suppose that's what happens when it finally settles in —

the magic is in rebuilding, in freedom, in the calm that comes with moving on.

I love shooting hands and flames. They have so much emotion, so much movement, especially when the frame is still. The sage makes this shot a trinity of serenity for me, and I try to fit in the frame those subjects that remind me who I am. This shot is one of them, it’s the pinnacle of simplicity, feeling, and candid. It’s family.

Brittany Colette

Cleansing

a poem

Call it a cleansing, the way I donated and discarded the memories of ghosts long gone;

they don't need to live in my closet anymore, laid to rest in cardboard caskets 



Cleansing

a poem

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