The pictures of those days at the bach with 22 people and very few beds are more intense and achingly beautiful than anything I ever saw there with my naked eyes. This would be another experience I have lived through. The crazy four wheel drive that refused to take its lights of high-beam and the numbing ruthlesness of the ocean as I mositened my toes.
The camera isolates moments and distills them.
I came home from those four days with my skin dampened from tears that were not my own. Breakfast at Strawberry Alarmclock always sweetens memories as we drown them in maple syrup and marhshmellows.
Experience is the oil of human bones, the ichor that flows in our veins allowing expression and education. I have another set coming up. I am going to melbourne for four days. Staying in a friends flat in the wops since she goes to monash. That is if she ever picks up her phone.
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you'll see what we mean by wops.
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