When you are in love with someone, everything feels important.
Clothing is sniffed. Ticket stubs are saved. A forest in a rainstorm is documented from a speeding car.
(pause)
Every once in a while with large, pelting raindrops. The kind reserved for the thunderstorms of the Midwest.
(Moss Man, in repose.)
(Moss Man, emoting. It was difficult, sometimes.)
(photo credit: me.)
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