I love how the bugs chirp in August. And that little knot in my stomache that compels me to stay outside even when the mosquitos are biting, I've sweat through my dress, and my shoulders are a tad burnt because I know that eventually it gets cold.
This site is ever a work in progress. It is being built with accumulated gestures. I place them here, in this space between us, so that we might surprise ourselves, so that we might know our connection.
I love how the bugs chirp in August. And that little knot in my stomache that compels me to stay outside even when the mosquitos are biting, I've sweat through my dress, and my shoulders are a tad burnt because I know that eventually it gets cold.