proof of life
the year's tipped over its highest point and started rolling towards the end again, and here i am,
no safe place to land
(the big little adventure that wasn’t)
as i write this, we’re sitting in a hotel in the south
weekends in october
(because it's december now • and october demands to be remembered)
october is lunch in the city with a
postcards from doubtful sound / patea
a love letter to a place that changed me
These are the things I want to remember: how the wind
percy
we have a lot of different birds in our neighbourhood; from common sparrows to noisy native parrots. our newest arrival
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