When love walks away from you, loneliness is holding the door for them, waiting for their turn to come inside.
I was cleaning the studio, trying to occupy my mind and keep the depression at bay, trying to silence the voices in my head. The building is very old, around 100 years, so it is very dusty and dirty. My face and arms were covered in a fine powder that was streaked from my sweat and tears.
My image for submission to the 'Story of a Nude' contest - [link]
Equipment: Canon 350D w/Canon 28-135mm IS USM lens
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