The Garden, by Sean Lee

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When I woke up, I had become an ant. I trailed over my parents’ bodies, the stench of their rotting bodies piercing my senses.

My heart grew faint. ‘They are dying.’ But a flash came. The roar of the rain was God’s voice. The rain had come, and that which ought to die is now made alive.

Text & Photographs: Sean Lee | Website: www.seanleephoto.com 
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