claustrophobic in these
big wide streets;
it doesn't feel like night.
back home, getting sunburnt while eating breakfast and reacquainting myself with balaclava and degraves street, australian accents and unfinished ends i'd left myself.
i am writing and the matilda one (shedoesitbetter.blogspot.com) is illustrating a zine detailing our shenanigans in europe. You, the anonymous Reader should Buy it. yep.
paris is a good place to create. and there's lots that could be written here about my trip but i think i will save it for the zine. suffice to say it was lovely.
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