Friday, February 24, 2017

breathing air forgotten since

Sometimes I just lose touch, forget to update, forget to keep track in the virtual place that I will look back on later. And I also forget to be present in moments, get caught up in tasks, in normal days that will fade and become gilded with gold when I look back at the memories.

But here are some tangible memories from last year, when we spent months on end living in Notting Hill, feeling the ache of cold floors in our bones, getting to know the people of Portobello Road and naming them as our friends.

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