"What can I say this time, which card shall I play. The dream is not over, the dream is just away, and
you will fly like some little wing straight back to the sun. The dream was never over, the dream has just
begun. Fingers find the ivory keys, and a song begins to begin, I like a wolf on the run, and you will find
while in the wind something that you lost. The dream was never over, no the dream was only lost." - F.Mac
Photography by Ryan McGinley
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