Mom was here. We sat by the beach and she reminded me about the poetry of life.
A. and I tried to spend as much time together as possible. Remembering how things never stay stagnant. How life continue moving in different directions.
L., E., and I remembered to dance.
Riky and Ale came to visit. Ballerina moto naked tra i boschi.
Helena took us to Rossö. Ribes rosso. Vino. Vela. Mare. Rocce. Vita.
Cali — NY — Malmö. A travelling friendship.
E. and I ventured off in the night.
We are all beautiful. And I have had a wonderful summer.