Store-bought rockets and homemade enthusiasm. A Wayback Machine made of winter breeze and synthetics. Painted grins against the sun, held fast against the blast wave of C-type engines. Facilitating someone else's childhood reality with good humor. Sunday volleyball and soccer in a weathered school track field for a background. Hands smelling of sulfur and a mildly frostbitten face. Charming, adorable, simple.
10:09 a.m. - 2018-12-31
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