Haphazard

By Haphazard

You're miles from home, your battery is about to expire, you get two shots and then the camera dies. So what else is a girl supposed to do?

It's been a cold, stark sort of day. A day for wearing bright red tights and squabbling with awkward sorts who keep trying to perch on MY bit of railing. Clear off!

Oh feathers and bread crumbs.

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