“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” Beau takes another drink, his eyes getting that look about them when he’s far away. Thinking of another place, another time, another moment in his life that had so many layers to it before I came along. “Sunsets are always the one thing I’m constantly chasing.” Readjusting his weight beneath me, he brings a hand up to play with some loose strands of hair framing my face, rubbing them between his fingers. “You know nightfall is coming, but there’s so much color there, and it’s a different painting every time. The sky is so vast and unpredictable.
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