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// nicaragua //

I found myself in a place precariously balanced between the daily struggles of life and the ability to live each day as if it were a gift. Radiating smiles and bright eyes hide under clothes hand-sewn and handed down. Feet in tattered sandals play soccer as if before thousands of cheering countrymen. Homes awash in vibrant, living color stand in mourning of their own slow passing and decay, the resilient paint embattled with crumbling foundations. Glances of hope lay hidden, held back only by fear of the unknown.

An energy that emanates outwards from beyond its history of struggle, vast inequity, and civil war can be found around every corner, in every smile, in every new brick laid.

It is this dance, between warmth and solitude that this series seeks to convey.

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