“Someone asked me what home was, and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your rib cage.” EECPhotographed for Lexie Hand Photography Slide 1 Slide 1 (current slide) Slide 2 Slide 2 (current slide) Slide 3 Slide 3 (current slide) Slide 4 Slide 4 (current slide) Slide 5 Slide 5 (current slide) Slide 6 Slide 6 (current slide) Slide 7 Slide 7 (current slide) Slide 8 Slide 8 (current slide) Slide 9 Slide 9 (current slide) Slide 10 Slide 10 (current slide) Slide 11 Slide 11 (current slide) Slide 12 Slide 12 (current slide) Slide 13 Slide 13 (current slide) Slide 14 Slide 14 (current slide) Slide 15 Slide 15 (current slide) Slide 16 Slide 16 (current slide) Slide 17 Slide 17 (current slide) Slide 18 Slide 18 (current slide) Slide 19 Slide 19 (current slide) Slide 20 Slide 20 (current slide) Slide 21 Slide 21 (current slide) Slide 22 Slide 22 (current slide) Slide 23 Slide 23 (current slide) Slide 24 Slide 24 (current slide)