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It was that summer that we sat on the riverbank. And the white butterflies danced together between the flowers as the cicadas echoed from tree to tree. We lay our heads onto the grass sheltered from the sun by the clouds of August, billowing strong and white. A gentle collision of my hand on your knee, the downy hair, golden as ripening peaches. It was that summer of diamond light shimmering on water, of blue and white Hydrangeas, that we kissed a most awkward kiss. As we lay there imagining those clouds into a million different dreams…Richard Stabbert (Photographer: Richard Kranzin)

Photographer Mariano Vivanco

Nathan Nuyts by Glauber Bassi

PHOTOGRAPHER: RANDALL MESDON / THE BREWER TWINS

RANDALL MESDON / ONE OF THE BREWER TWINS

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Summer Afternoon

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