/ by Whitney Hayward

A long while ago, I took an adventure with my host sister, Nodoka, when I studied abroad.

I thought this roll of film was lost with a box that never got shipped to my house when I had to leave after the earthquake and tsunami. Everything was packed so suddenly when Mizzou told me I needed to be home; some things were left. Some things got lost. 

I never shoot Fuji film (aside from when I was there, because hello cheap film stock) and found an exposed roll of 400h in a cabinet at my folks' house.

Nostalgia is a hell of a drug. 

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