when we slept in the forest, the known world was far away.
The earth was our mattress, the tree tops our roof.
we ran barefoot in long dresses along the moss covered path,
and dipped our toes in the slow trickle of a stream.
The stars came out, the mist set in, and dreams became reality.
I miss you.
photographs by Marcelo Gomes.
Do you attach yourself to certain places?
Does the scent of a certain flower, or the sound of a favorite song
trigger a distinct memory?
Does it remind you of someone you love?