Indiana blinks, slow as honey. “You were in it.”
Later, there will be tea and a shared shower, water running over shoulders, suds sliding down spines. Laughter when one of them slips on the tile. A towel wrapped around two bodies, half-dried, half-caring. Abby Winters - Cleo Indiana
This is what Abby Winters captured once — not the pose, but the pause. And Cleo & Indiana, in this quiet morning, are the pause itself. Indiana blinks, slow as honey