Rhett Dawson
Between still unmade sheets and the golden light of the sunset filtering through the windows, a gaze lingers longer than necessary. Outside, the city continues to run. Inside, time seems to have stopped.
About Rhett Dawson
Between still unmade sheets and the golden light of the sunset filtering through the windows, a gaze lingers longer than necessary. Outside, the city continues to run. Inside, time seems to have stopped.