Thoughts from the Bus Stop

My pink sandals have died. Poor things...nearly three years old, they have walked hundreds of miles AND seen some serious disco action. Purchased for £18 in a frivolous moment in Barratts' kids' department, they were shocking pink satin, chunky with velcro straps, and possessed of what has come to be known in my locality as the 'Kristen' heel. How I loved them. How I'll miss them. Am I intensely loyal or just intensely sad?...
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Everybody needs a 404.
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As Nanna used to say, you have to brave to be beautiful...
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I've already watched my video of Amelie twice this week, and dang, it's good...and sweet, and funny, and moving, and full of gorgeous detail. Every time I notice things I hadn't noticed before, and it all just makes me smiiiiiiiiiiiile.


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Kiss me mother
Kiss your daughter
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest.
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