It has been 3 years since he left for the war. Justina remembers the moment they shared a last kiss. She cooked him a special breakfast that last morning together at their little farmhouse on the edge of the woods in Pasventupys, Lithuania, along the edge of the Neman river. The tall, yellowed, winter grass of the field separated their house from the frigid waters.  The cold January air frosted the windows of their home.  The uncertainty of his return was weighing heavy.

     She still remembers standing outside as the steam from their breaths floated like little clouds as they made small talk. They ignored the obvious. As they shared a final kiss, tears streamed down her face as his blue eyes welled up. He turned away and gave her one final look and let his head drop. She went inside to the warmth of their home to watch him as he made his way down the small dirt road. As he turned a corner and disappeared, she closed her eyes and felt the pain. The pain of the unknown.

Shot with the Sony A7RII

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