Once we were sitting on a rock, and the moon and the sun were in the same sky. We were always at the beach, but not in the way that you go to the beach like I did later.
I was never more in love. To see even one of these images of us… it’s so long ago and yet they are as fresh as the day they were taken. This one. The happiness. It’s like light coming off of it.
The sea.
VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 