watching her grow.
Reminded me of a Volkswagen, slightly squished. In and out of everything. Snow banks - healing of her marks of misadventures past
Blooming, some weight to her voice, turning heads, admiring glances, blasting through snow in explosions of frozen winter.
Back from college,
a name and number, a runner it seems. Lines filled with tone and confidence.
Sleeping through the winter, with Cobras, Vettes, and Detroit muscle machines.
Photos by author
934 RSR by Exoto. Such amazing work. The more you look, the more you see, much, for the first time, through my camera lens.
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