Pieces of Each Other


I think Gabe and I are pieces of each other, made apparent by the similarity of our faces....


And the way we muck about...


The same intensity...


And same peachiness.

Funny to see little versions of myself in him. I think it gives me a little sense of... hmmm, what is it? I think this is immortality.

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