Inktober day 11

Little moments made of stardust and sleepiness. Best of bests, reading the slow dances of the stars. Kind old heart living in the pants pockets of empty Mamasitas.
The night is our to love and live inside of. Hard hit moments of lips on necks, thumbing and bumping into the night sky.
We live in the “yes” and dream in the dessert menu.
Hold sweet children of smoke and flavor.

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