There was a rhythm to him, a forward-driving energy, like he was propelled by the thump of a drumline and guided by the sweep of a trombone. He moved with purpose, his momentum commanding attention. He made you wonder where he was going… #firstlove
There was a rhythm to him, a forward-driving energy, like he was propelled by the thump of a drumline and guided by the sweep of a trombone. He moved with purpose, his momentum commanding attention. He made you wonder where he was going… #firstlove