Chloe and Jen had a sit in the sun this morning, gave it a test run.
I pulled some images from my old computer, i missed them.
Emily, i still miss you. I am just drinking a cup of juice out of the mug u sent me.. Jen is unimpressed she got the boy one.

Lets fly south for the winter.
Oh, to go on holiday like this. its more like a backpack and comfy plimpsoles. Sometimes i wish i could be a little more sophisticated or at least pretend to be, a lie i couldn't keep up for long i am sure of it,
I reach up to you.
Always crashing to the ground
Always from the same height
Always falling down
And if you start a fashion now
Make me a believer
The seas will part somehow
Staring at a silver sun
I'm blinded
I can see you almost in my town
Nothing but a seat of blue
Seperating seasons
And I think of you.




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