The closest we can ever get



It was very early in the morning.
I was alone on the beach while you were still sleeping in the tent. I was drinking some shitty coffee then eating two peaches. An old man with a small dog came along.
I was playing with that dog when suddenly a thought ran through my head: this is the closest we can ever get; me on the beach, you in the tent. It was always like that.
Then I knew this trip is the most wonderful goodbye we can take. So, I took this picture.

A few months later we broke up.

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text & image:
Cristina, 28
Romania
June 2019