pebble underneath my feet

By anjali

no fire, no gun, no rope, no stone

What a lovely evening - after hours of working, I headed over to hackney to magda's new place for some lush Mexican food and Chilean wine. A few hours worth of talking about communism, therapy, relationships and tattoos I have decided I'm definitely not dressed cool enough for east london. Oh well.

Then I thought of you and how much I miss you some days.

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