One year already?

From the corner of my eye, three milk crates stacked: yellow, turquoise, blue.

From hopeful to mortifying, two words.

“You deserve someone who wants to spend time with you, unwaveringly, eagerly, and without question.”

Grandparents unwell, please let me one conversation with my grandmother.

Bucha.

Oranges eaten and orange peels resting.

Summer? Remote? Mistake?

Disassembling one bike to assemble another.

Disassembling analysis.

Just allow me one person in their entirety.

“Vous avez un coeur d’or.”