We left before the dust had time to settle. And all the broken glass swept off the avenue. And all the way home held your camera like a bible, just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth. And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room. You drop the paper in the water and it all begins to bloom.
3 comments:
This really is a fantastic photo.
you're so gorgeous ans!
Hot damn, Ansley!
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