photo: d. meshel |
it consists of a hand written note speared on a bamboo stick and shoved through the fence.
seeing the messages going back and forth makes me so nostalgic for childhood and my pack of neighborhood friends. nothing like playing outside until dark, baseball in the street, yelling "CAR!"..."GAME ON!" at the top of your lungs, and the general parent-free shenanigans kids get up to when left to their own creative devices. love.
xo/jasper hearts wren
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