New York, NY
Shared with Friends; Except: Steven Landa
As a kid, I was not allowed to be sick. I was not allowed to cry. I was not allowed to be vulnerable, and heaven help me if I spilled a glass of water at the dinner table. I really thought I had processed all this. I truly believed that I had taken care of the many triggers that my father implanted in me from the time I took my first breath. This trip has been about much more than taking pictures of skylines. It's about learning who I am and who I wish to be.
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