with autumn. i savored that last measly portions of it, and milked it for all that it was worth. milked a photo shoot in central park with my sister and my ernie; searching for the fullest tree with the strongest hue, and scrounging up its fallen remnants in hopes to grasp onto whatever moment of the season that might remain.
tangled ornamental balloons, a highline view.
falling for the whole julian plenti album, especially "on the esplanade"
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