Because everyone's been asking:
10 August
10.50 am
ie. 44 days left
Yes, I'm excited.
Yes, I'm petrified out of my wits.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2007
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June
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- *411 - sentio pics 2
- *410 - leaving
- *409 - waffles
- *408 - hippopotamus and flea
- *407 - no such thing as too much sashimi
- *406 - tetanus
- *405 - fruity tooty!
- *404 - sentio pics 1
- *403 - ramblings about service #10865128962
- *402 - dirty laundry
- *401 - ten things to say
- *401 - elisa and evelyn at busker's festival
- *400 - sentio
- *399 - today's the day!
- *398 - puppy love
- *397 - half naked hunks
- *396 - burnt
- *395 - menotti
- *394 - silk roadsss
- *393 - passing glance, brief romance
- *392 - when life gives you lemons
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June
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