Memory of Nao

Lying in her bed of clouds, lazy eyes tracing long gauzy beams of late afternoon sunlight shafting through the creamy linen curtain, listening to something by Latrice, something black and dreamy and filling the room with love as though there was still room for more love.

There was always room for more love.

2014.06.16 – 2023.02.19

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