this has been one intense and enlivening and terrifying and stunning week. it's left me exhausted and surprised and joyed and overwhelmed in the best possible and realised way.
i'm afraid to write anything right now. if i start, i don't know if i'd be able to stop.
so, for now, colour me loving life and feeling hopeful at what's unfurling.
and spending sunday buried in reading for school. and probably my duvet.
first on the list, virginia woolf.
i count all this as bliss.
LB
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