03 January 2019


In this one it was raining outside. Hardwood floors, string lights, a soft trumpet and piano. We were sitting on the floor, and I was showing you the film cameras that’d piled up on my dresser over the years. I was cold so you wrapped me up in a blanket. I remember thinking it smelled like cigarettes. You were laughing at my unreasonable amount of empty film canisters, encouraging me to start filling them up as soon as possible. I watched as you quietly fiddled with one of the cameras, deep in thought. We listened to your favorite songs and shared stories behind our favorite photos.

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