Rainy day. Sawyer jumping high. Off night stands. Pillows in the air. Hair flying. Limbs flying. A double-bounce-seat-drop on a tempurpedic mattress, with a backdrop of felt hearts. Sometimes on a winter afternoon,… Continue reading →
We met at Lee’s Launderette on Lombard. It was a typical day: the clouds were low in the sky and the miniature superheroes were out in full form. Sawyer was supposed to be… Continue reading →
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