the weekend that was
tax returns + laundry + poetry in unexpected places + mia yeast bakery treats + chicken kottu from a favourite sri lankan curry maker
the weekend that was
waking up friday morning with a scratchy throat and panicing mildly about it being covid (it wasn’t) + wild writing
the weekend that was
flying south, wedged in the back row of a tiny plane + a house flanked by steep hills, suburbia and the
sway
I’ve got at least three adventure stories sitting in my drafts folder waiting to be shared with you.
Until
in my element
taking advantage of today's gift of wild and wet weather, i head to oneroa beach for a walk
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