13 Nov 2022

Lux, pure lux. I want to hold you till our bodies merge into the single entity they might have always been, like molecules pulling together and apart. And what of an entity and how did we find it? Luck, pure luck, or something more pure. Less rare. Love, pure love.

A woman with long flowing hair looks to the left of the photo as a flock of birds align with her eyesight, over the blue sea.