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Both of us knew that our relationship was over but we didn’t know how to finish it. Each was waiting for the other to either pluck up the courage or find a good reason to leave. We were foreign to one another and in limbo. This would be our last trip to Morocco where we had spent most of our time together. There, whenever we left the house, the most important thing was to take photographs. I had become jealous of her camera with whom she spent more time than with me. I wanted to record this moment through this small body of photographs. In memory of this country, girl and waned love.
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