A boyish smile beams across the compartment, both of us sliding through Patagonia. He draws, I photograph, none of us speak. He’s been absent from my dreams for a long time.
17 April 2008
4~365 Ricardo
A boyish smile beams across the compartment, both of us sliding through Patagonia. He draws, I photograph, none of us speak. He’s been absent from my dreams for a long time.
