August light

The afternoon was warm, and the garden smelled of dry grass and rain that never came. You were dancing in the sunlight, your shadow moving softly across the grass. I remember wanting to say something. I remember the light. The rest belongs to August.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1AK8mQFpJh8BqAGz4kNjygMLwxjD2JDwAm

Token ID

9