Two friends, 365 days.
time to garden!
in which a bunch of ladies had brunch, rooftop cocktails, and a picnic
night window
reflecting on a hinge
for me, beauty is often what’s nestled between what they want me to be looking at
when packing some things are put in a box, others are nestled
fault
kind of over these guys who always eat my sunflowers, but never over the newborns. those spots.
WSF
killing time, looking down
eamonn
frozen life.
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