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Day 14
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Day 14
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I placed the moment in a box near the edge of the parking lot. Your tongue buried in my throat, whiskey whiskers against my face, sti...

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Day 13
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Day 13
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        I’m sitting with my bare ass on the toilet seat, high waisted American Apparel shorts around my ankles and the crotch of my...

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Day 12
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Day 12
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      We stood at the edge of the lake hand in hand, water lapping at the shoreline. The things I wanted to convey with that conn...

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Day 11
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Day 11
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I had a dream you were still here. That all of the time that's passed was a shadow of your stature as you stood before me. But whe...

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Day 10
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Day 10
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They said he jumped today. Head first. *** Artificial; I used to be bare. Real. Flat, but functional. What does it mean t...

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Day 9
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Day 9
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It is not only the passing of time, but the ignorance to each moment slipping away that causes love to slowly decay. Time is ill-fi...
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Hi. I am a writer, photographer, and model based out of Newport Beach, California. I frequently work with artists and brands to create unique, memorable media and content. I am a connoisseur of cold pressed juice and 16th century literature.

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