If the sun took you into his arms, if he grew bored of beers with the boys, arrived instead breathless on your doorstep, smelling sweetly of cologne - would you invite him in? Even if your hair looks like that and the breakfast dishes aren’t yet done? Could you stand the never-ending shine, all that expectant optimism? You are awash in moonlight and secretly hunger for melancholy. Day 2. #poetsofinstagram #the100dayproject #100daysofstudiotime #artjournalpages (at Albuquerque, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGo4_TO8Ai/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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