Monday 13 June 2011

gone, the wind and preferences

1. We spent early morning together before he left again. The goodbye was bittersweet.


2. The wind comes in gusts, pushing the limbs on the trees and making the leaves dance wildly.


3. Nail polish on toes looks lovely on so many women. On me, my toes look like fat sausages so I'll stick to the natural look. I prefer it.

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