I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin

Courtship sometimes happens in the middle of the night...

Sunburnt faces~kneesocks~Liquer~Bukowski~Neruda~Guitar~paints~midnight philosophy~Poetry born of secrets~letting go~saying everything~saying nothing~porch confessions~happiness~leaning into a reflection~mourning the dawn~ Sometimes all you get are fleeting moments~of feeling like perhaps for those hours no one else exists in the world, you are still the only one who knew me...

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