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Each freckle has a nickname. Each kiss is the best one. Every interaction is significant: passionate or humorous or sweet. Our senses are alert, memorizing everything, because we know that we must leave this place eventually, and we know that the remembrance of our time here will consume us for hours and days.
I’m in bed with Bon Iver.
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Bon Iver and I are playing games on our road trip. He begins. ‘What are your top five trees to make love beneath?’
We finally agree on a list. Bayleaved willows beside a quiet pond. Aspens, but only when the breeze is gentle and persistent, in late September when the yellow-orange seems almost not to come from nature. Lodgepole pines that sing anciently as they sway. Wild plum trees, if we can share the sweet fruits afterwards with sticky kisses. And white cedar, which has a significance that only we could ever understand.
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Australian model caught distracted during a photo shoot when the first plane hit tower 1. What an epic photo.
It’s so weird to think that normal things were happening on 9/11. People were walking their dogs, riding their bikes, models were doing photoshoots… and the planes hit.
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