Drunk and warm but I could be warmer.
I want to sit around a fire.
Listen to guitars.
See the embers light the sky and the warmth on my face.
Happiness in my heart.
Photo - N
Words - S
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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