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Somewhere between the desert winds and a cup of mint tea, these notes began to whisper themselves.
These images are my open letters to the wild and wondering parts of myself.
Born from barefoot moments in Morocco,
from hair kissed by argan oil, skin warmed by the sun, and dreams that smell like orange blossom...
These are my "Nomadic Visual Notes"
My reflections as a woman in motion—sometimes lost, always seeking, and finally, blooming.
And much like a modern Freya Stark or Mary Kingsley, I am here to share thoughts while embracing my cushions, ready for deep conversations worthy of a Diwan in the middle of the desert.
These images and thoughts are a humble collection of the beauty I see on my path
simple captures of the world through my eyes.
