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(I think about someone else when I'm in your arms)
With each passing year
Saturday afternoon in Montmartre.
Back to normal: I'm knitting again.
I find some strange form of tranquility here.
They liked my pumpkin pie enough to ask for seconds.
They're all here.
Sunday brunch: my most favorite thing ever.
Night rider in Minneapolis with friends. Sigh.
The abandoned shopping cart saved the day.
Nantes, another reason to love it here.
My bedroom wall: finally making this space my own.
The trees should have lost all their leaves by this time, he said, this year is very different.
lovely things for lovely friends
wandering here and there, eventually returning back again
...take me to Stockholm or take me home
Off to Scandinavia...back in 2 weeks' time!
Violet soda at my favorite cafe.
...the ocean that is
Veggie burger in Chicago...yum.
(for my lara-bell)
The trees should have lost all their leaves by this time, he said, this year is very different.
