For the many early mornings. Earl Grey with a touch of honey. Blue books. Pencils. Morning Whiskey breath. For running late on the 73 south. For running, period. For long talks in the park and quick meetings at Starbucks. For every book read and every paper written. Every final taken and story discovered. These pictures are through my eyes. This is what I saw every day for the most intelligent year and a half of my life. These are for those...
All images were taken on my Blackbird, fly in the month of May.
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