A U G U S T . [Journal].
August left as quickly as she came. Bursting at the seams with 26-degree sunshine, sitting in Russel square crossed legged with an ice cream in my hand, a sticky sweet smile stretching across my lips.…
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August left as quickly as she came. Bursting at the seams with 26-degree sunshine, sitting in Russel square crossed legged with an ice cream in my hand, a sticky sweet smile stretching across my lips.…
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