They were just two lovers. Sitting in the car, listening to Blonde. In love with each other. Pink and orange skies, we feel like children, it's not Donal Glover.
I have a missed call from my mother. To say: where are you tonight? I have no excuse.
I was alone with the love of my life.
✨Golden hour✨
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