Two friends, 365 days.
light collection
one of those barely-made-it-happen days
found a wee feather on the landing
i knew we'd have a warm September
can't always be roses.
neighbors
iso cranked (talking to ryan on the phone)
lonely whiskey, empty feelings, and afternoon light (just before rena called).
stamping for anejo
the joys of yard ownership.
i'm not really sure i actually know what this word means.
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