"Mom, I don't think I want to be four anymore," he says as his sleepy eyes can barely hold open. "I want to be twenty I think, I want to be big." He yawns and his eyelids lose the battle and close. I feel his body twitch as he drifts into an unconscious realm of boyhood dreams.
Love & Light,
Stacy
Here are a few random shots from Nags Head, two years ago.
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