pebble underneath my feet

By anjali

feelings that i can't disguise

Baked some apple bread this morning and headed to Manchester, where I'm spending a few days. Had a mooch around Manchester art gallery which was cool and then met up with Angela in the cornerhouse for some predinner dinner. She had promised me a surprise a few weeks ago by text...and it was so lovely! She brought all the postcards I had sent her - from France, from gran canaria, even a few from london when I first moved there. I couldn't remember any of them so it was really strange looking back through my own life in a way. I bloody love postcards.

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