A Saturday morning photoshoot that turns into 70s Russian sci-fi sessions. Maybe a joint or two later. Water breaks and walking around the property. Nothing but time. That moment when we. Never fully grasping what’s going on, but always living in the moment. Being together. A union that connects us all. The air we breathe, maybe. It’s all the colors of light you sometimes — most times — cannot see. Ever florescent effervescent. And good timing. Courage. Feeling afraid. Never lying about it all. Same level. Tense expression for something so effortlessly blissful. Raise the eyebrow intent. To tent. To Bryant Canelo for the yearly crossover grove, 2017 end of year mixtape:
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