the story of june davis. (part one)
Eyelashes touching skin and the familiar smell of her beloved under the blue sky would fill up her senses, as the trees hummed songs of love with the wind. Yes, June Davis once was a very happy young woman. The kind of happy that exists only when you are truly, madly, and deeply in love with another person.
This was, of course, before everything was turned upside down and all those terrible things happened to her.
For after that, June was never quite so happy again.
But in the carefree American summer of 1961, June would most likely be spending her days only doing pleasant things. Taking photographs of smiles and kisses, wearing bright colours, going for picnicks with her fiancé, dancing in the twilight and dreaming of the future. The future looked very bright at this time, and so the dreams were full of prospects.
A dark shadow would soon dim out all the light in her life, making the stars, the moon, the sun and even the streetlight all seem like vague memories.
However; in the summer of 1961, June did not yet know this.
part two of this shoot,
part one of the series.
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