“Perhaps I’m the sun that clears the storms, perhaps I reach you to keep you warm, perhaps I’m the love you so adore, perhaps I’m the light on the distant shore..reflection of pure intention on the ocean floor. I kiss your salty lips once more, only to say..
Nothing like a little bit of gloom to light the room; a wet box of matches to help spare the ashes. Hollowed out of all we held, we wait for spring to bloom.
Today I walked around my town in Sayulita, Mexico in search for the magic around me, and I found it. All shots captured in black and white, I hope you’ll enjoy.
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