In 2011 I landed in New Zealand. By the end of that year, I became severely depressed, one day I decided to take random walks with a camera in hand. I had found the camera gave meaning to the little things. Shortly after, that simple act became something important, almost crucial for me to understand this place. It grounded me...
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