I find the photography of Mari Eriksson to be inspirational. In its quiet beauty, it evokes memories of another time, a time when days didn't fly by, when phones didn't ring incessantly, when languid afternoons and summer nights softly tip toed by at a slower pace. Her work doesn't demand or command, it softly whispers on the wind till I take notice, and then it's too late. I'm inspired.
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