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Back when I had first moved to New York City to start my college career, I developed homesickness. It was an aching for comfort, and all I could do to remedy the feeling was call my mom. I’d take a walk down to Washington Square Park and call her, only looking up at the trees and the sky. These images are representing each spot in the park that I would most often find myself standing or sitting whilst calling my mom. I would stare at these for so long, I’d lose track of time. I see her in them, I hear her voice faintly whispering to me, “I love you.”