She told stories of white peaches, lilac forests, and pumping water to drink – things too magical to believe. She claimed to have seen them with her own eyes, and she made sure you knew, such mysteries belonged to her, and never could be yours.
Yearning for something beautiful that time had already locked away, remembering a happiness that came and went before I was even alive. That is how the lacy tangle began.
I think this is my favorite photo yet.