Saturday, May 9, 2015

  1. I bike down to the bakery and back first thing in the morning.
  2. We stand by the side of the road, near the bus and look up at where Em is sitting with her friend, all set to go. Paris, here she comes…!
  3. Meeting up for coffee and cakes. The first time I sense that she actually understands my distress.

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