'they made a statue of us'

'it's contagious, and it's contagious'

toadstalls, rain drops and ombrello rotto's

put on our coats and went for wonder in the rain. Umbrellas to shelter us from the hazy clouds. Kicking up the water from the puddles. soaked through when we arrived home. managed to dry off with a cup of tea in hand and a big tin of crackers.

yet another bus ride to a town full of lifeless people. after a quick lunch, we headed to a gallery in the centre of town. took a return ticket back home. we thought we would share our travels... a 1960's vintage shop which we found several blocks down from a cute bakery... we couldnt resist snapping some dusty finds.

It feels to finally be able to write a post together.

x

nyár

day 56.

everything seems to be going to plan. long days and starry nights are all just as well as otherwise i would probably be lost, with not a clue of how to spend the hours. reading has caught me up and i must say i have never been so tired of words. not long now.

the days are still young.
holl,,

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teyah,,

it's been, what, two weeks now? how those 14 days have dragged themselves out,

for myself, especially.

i have been thinking recently, and i have found a beautiful track that i once new, but found i hadn't really listened to.

'carnival town, norah jones' you'd appreciate it as much as i, i know it.

i have missed you. making an effort with little to do is surprisingly hard and i've found that i have needed you to pick me up. relying on myself is very difficult, i assure you.

but never the less i hope you have enjoyed yourself, and your back sometime today. i really can not wait to see you, as i have much to tell you.

i expect your happy to be back. the sky is beautiful today.

as you do, i love it.

(not own photo)
'round and round, carousel, has got you under its spell'

'do the clouds make you smile, he was only your fool for a while.'

return to bleubrick house..