1 personal frame from of my weekend in MN.
Full story to come, but for now 3 things.
For 2 days.
My first time meeting the boyfriend, I sat an hour on the couch listening to every detail of their story as the candle light bounced often their already glowing faces, flickering on their limbs intertwined. And I couldn’t help but think..
It wouldn’t have been the same if the power was on.