Mar 25
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"It was my second morning at Ashford. Was lookin' for Egg, when I saw you in the woods. I don't think you knew I was there. You were pluckin' flowers - only now I think it wasn't flowers at all, was it? You looked utterly content there, with your hands in the dirt and the sun on your face and I thought: "That's a lady who wouldn't mind sleepin' under a tree..."
Writing is going... uphill and backwards, while carrying a huge rock. But it is still going and for now I offer you this modest moodboard to let you know the hyperfixation is still real, but so are the horrors ^^'
