Read by Henrietta Meire

Autumn's choices left her misunderstood and isolated. She walked with oblivion. She found herself talking to only herself. The burden of knowing and seeing too much at a young age defined her stillness. As I wander my way through the years. Sometimes searching to avoid my mind. Sometimes lost from promises and lies. Sometimes waiting to save me from myself. The restrictions between my solitude life, my inconsistent creativity and my graphic implementation were no longer visible resulting in the conversations, letters, stories, and poetry you are about to read. Rima Jbara's self-discovery and deconstruction of emotions in her measured evolution led to a bold reinvention of storytelling in an unvarnished manner

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