you can barely make us out; we are dwarfed by the tree trunks we stand on and the white sky behind creates a glare that puts us in shadow. theres andrew, foremost, lounging against the largest tree and emanating a cool aloofness. em's face, on the opposite side of the same tree, is in the darkness, but her body is angled in such a way that you know her eyes are flashing and her mouth is set. deb is behind andrew and looking off into the distance, rebelling from the camera, with her hat nearly over her eyes. and finally myself, off to the side, nearly off this island of trees, with a wool hat and suede jacket with the collar up.
if only melissa hadnt been behind the camera, this picture would have been complete.
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