Two friends, 365 days.
hoping that one day he'll let us see his face.
the bunny is eleven days old.
three dudes/three calves
darcy's new life
talking
clammy hands
climb high, climb far, your goal the sky, your aim the stars
walking a road i have never walked
the carriage house (GOTV, 2 years later)
revisiting with new tools.
23:59 again
stay in touch old friend. i'll miss you.
two hours and fifty minutes in my old hometown
fear of ice at dusk.
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