14/52 – Blue eyes
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, for the 3rd year of his life.
Anakin: You fell to the ground after playing in the leaves I had raked together. We talked about the cycle of seasons. You fell silent for a moment as you watched a plane fly by above us.
Your eyes are a blue ocean I’d more than happily drown in.
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