I am reluctant to acknowledge the recency of these photos. September feels like a dream — so out of reach, the time when the trees were green. There is so much love in these photos: love for my friendships, for the light in the morning, for my clogs, for Pittsburgh, even for myself. In these months, I celebrated marriage, I filled up my tank literally, …
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