This. As a follow-up to last week’s photo. Because we’re still counting the years. We’re still trying to decode the mystery.
Them. Because they are tangled, windblown, like I used to be. Because they’re together but each one looks towards another something else.
Her. Because the words can’t wait.
This. Because maybe gold will stay longer than we thought it would.
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