Almost a year ago, my aunt in Holland was flipping through my photos after visiting Justine in Brighton and she stopped on this one. She said, whoa. There is a story here. She was right. There is. A story of two rather weird and lovely girls whose growing up stories were so remarkably frighteningly similar that one reached out to the other and boom. We keep in touch through our voices and hearts. And will join faces again before long, I do say.
(Taken almost a year ago in Brighton but made just so in instagram)