She produced special oily ham from Spain and I supplied a pair of pears. We ate our picnic listening to a roaring weir and squealing children then I picked my way into the river for my first dip this year.
Pig and farm report
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*Deconstructing the panic*
everything weird was spring drugged sleep bloody mouth minus two teeth I
learned quadrants and why I miss LSD now disarrayed ...
2 hours ago
What a lovely picnic. How is the language transplant going?
ReplyDeletewe gradually emerging as bilingual twins
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