As the sun sets over the plains of N'kob, we sit in the dust as the moon rises. Shadow lands.
It's an evening passtime here. Watching the shadows grow and the day turn to night.
A reflective time.
This is where we are.
Krysia
And Ted.
Being who we are. Nothing more. Nothing fancy. No better, no worse.
A part of it all.
Black and White.
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