Wednesday, May 11, 2011


This soft, sweet, sticky summer slips into being,
And we lose ourselves in the sighing breezes,
And find ourselves in the starry skies,
That pepper our perfectly unplanned moments
As we live it out in each other’s eyes.

(day one hundred and eight)

Slowly being more and more productive- here’s hoping it sticks. The weather has never been more astounding, the sun more alluring, or the day more delightfully prolonged. This is summer, and it’s here.

Still filling out our i48 team, looking for an audition spot and scrambling against the clock…

This is my life, and it’s here as well.

-Viens avec moi?


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