i drank the last of your grapefruit juice

by sydney ghosthorse

what you see isn’t all there

Local artists and friends embrace as the February mountain wind kissed our fingertips. The sound of our voices made us forget everything that had ever hurt our feelings just for a moment. Don’t get me wrong, music embodies every feeling on the spectrum, and thank you Kathy for letting me drink the last of your grapefruit juice. Capturing moments, love Syd.