girl, 70s, and vintage image
I know these moments will all become stories some day. Locked away somewhere, in the corners of memory lane. The hearts we carried on our sleeves will all belong to someone, along with our dreams, that we somehow lost, somewhere along the way. I don’t think my memory will be as sharp, but I’ll make sure to leave thoughts of our conversations, on beaches, and benches in happy parks to revisit from time to time,

a song for today :
worn tin - sensitivity