I chose my best dress and get ready to see you as I do every Saturday, at the usual place. I'm late, as usual, but I know you'll probably be later. Still I hurry, I try to walk quickly, I dodge the people who cross my path and I imagine your face when you see me coming, with that expression I adore so much and your dark glasses reflecting the sunlight.
Photography by Missy Prince
Collector of common stories.