on a misty grey day in the gardens. raindrops & tobacco smoke clinging to the trees.
ana & rhydian.
blue eyes. like water magic.
the 40-part choir.
the bottoms of my shoes/are clean/from walking in the rain.
grain and a grayness of light. in the place we always go.
chlo. do you remember the failed americano? x
.. i implore you, go boil the kettle, pull up a chair and visit her site.
beautiful to the point of absurdity.
He remember those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane.
and then she goes.
his white hankerchief and his rose tattoo.
i can't get over how good this is! my boy. home alone.