Dusk, Santa Monica, CA. 2006
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It's Christmas. The dinner table in my grandmother's house stretches from one room to the next to hold us all. The folding chairs brushing up against the piano. It's dusk and I'm outside like a child, peeking through the windows, watching the movement of people that feel as strangers and loved ones all at once.
It's Christmas. The dinner table in my grandmother's house stretches from one room to the next to hold us all. The folding chairs brushing up against the piano. It's dusk and I'm outside like a child, peeking through the windows, watching the movement of people that feel as strangers and loved ones all at once.
