Words seem entirely superfluous. It was like going home to a home I didn't even know I had. We wrote stories, and curled hair, and went shopping, watched breakout kings, ate bread and cheese, took walks, lit fires, chatted late into the night. I'm proud, but ever so selfishly sad that she's moving to Singapore.
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| who are you? |
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| lunch |
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| happy owl |
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| hitting the roof |
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| a bed should be under books |
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| Easter City Center |
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| River in Town |
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| Easter Sunday walk |
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| Stugan |
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| knitted socksies |
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| ice fishing |
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| hare tracks |
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| how cabins should be |
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| fika |
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| someday |
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| golden years |
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| moose tracks |
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| wood nymph |
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| we're this close |
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| attire for flight home |
On my flight home I wore:
1 pair socks
2 trousers
2 skirts
2 bras
2 tank tops
2 shirts
1 thick sweater
1 tweed jacket
1 lined coat
:because I could not fit it all in my bag.
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