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− | <center> '''''“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; <br> I love not Man the less, but Nature more | + | <center> '''''“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; <br> I love not Man the less, but Nature more. ”'''''<br /> |
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− | {{Tab}} | + | {{Tab}}Iris was originally born in the small town of Artem in Russia. Her father was a Russian farmer who her Chinese immigrant mother fell desperately head over heels for. She grew up with larges swathes of forested lands and untouched places that felt so unreal they were almost like magic. When her father died in a car accident, leaving her with a distraught and broken mother at the age of eight, Iris suggested the move. Not to some other place in Russia, but to America, where they wouldn't have to take care of their entire farm. Her mother disagreed. They could never afford it. So instead she just sent Iris, alone. <br> |
− | {{Tab}} | + | {{Tab}}She then lived the rest of her childhood out in Pennsylvania, developing a love for photography in high school and spending far more time skipping class to go explore than learn. And as soon as she was able she dropped out of high school and just started walking. She's traveled all over, selling photos here and there to make due and rarely settling down. Until now. Iris has stopped in Prospect, actually renting a place to live and actually staying there. Why? She either isn't entirely sure herself or she won't tell anyone. But she's here to stay. At least for now. |
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Latest revision as of 20:46, 9 October 2023
I love not Man the less, but Nature more. ” – Lord Byron
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