dispatch #013 // soundtrack of my life.
Writing tonight from this little modernist dream house in Connecticut post-wedding cocktails & dancing. Obviously much darker out now so here's the afternoon floor-to-ceiling view. I feel like we walked into Dwell magazine.
Yesterday morning I jumped on my bike, popped in my earbuds, pressed play, and this happened:
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