"One soul passes through the other, frail as smoke and utterly ignorant of the way it took."

Sylvia Plath

Sometimes it's a good job I don't have to do more than step outside the door in my pink tartan pyjama bottoms and non-matching top (style icon, me - I don't like matching pyjamas), plus non-matching hoodie and woolly hat, and just press a button on my camera. I say it's a good job but it means you get this stray and rather pedestrian cloud, and it also means I didn't have to get dressed.

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