the girl with the two dogs
The year was 1989, I was around 4 years old; myself and my mum were about to embark on a flight visiting family in my Grandad’s country of birth of Bangladesh. 1,051 more words
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Hopefully you like this one…
It’s very different from what you’ve come to expect from me, but I thought it was a bit creative!
2 days, 2 hours
This is another new photo I’ve been working on.
It’s a strainer, I know, I’m humorous.
Right, so I suppose yesterdays blog was a bit rubbish, wasn’t it? Sorry about that, I feel mildly traitorous. As well as misleading, mainly because it wasn’t 332 more words
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enjoy my bravery.
I was coming out of the grocery store, my fish and doughnut in my hand. I decided to go a shortcut, going through the alley way, when the Cat Mafia came out of the shadows. 420 more words
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I’ve known for some time that this year would mark the end of the useful life of our little play house.
That was confirmed today, and I’m left wondering if it will actually last the year…
So yesterday was…
No, I can’t…
My dad was a wreck.
I was a mess.
I don’t think I can write this today.
Don’t worry, I’ll be okay tomorrow, but I just need a little longer to get my head around it.
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