My mother saw these in the garden, pointed them out to me and gleefully whispered "Spring." with this maniacal glint to her eye. It can't come soon enough.
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I'm Natasha - a sports coach, fourth year uni student and totally amateur photographer.
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It has struck me that 90% of the photos I've taken this year are of flowers, and I've got a couple of reasons for this. The f...
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The power went out. Rob and I socialised with each other for an entire two hours. And it was awesome Taylor Swift/New Romantics...
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I don’t know if I believe in guardian angels or not, but if they are up there – if there’s someone keeping watch – then I bet she...
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Our love story was always a love story. We were never anything else. None of this “will they? Won’t they?” We would. We always would. Becaus...
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Update on the Christmas Cake: It's winging it's way across the country, and I got a bottle of wine and a Christmas card for my ...
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You were looking at me funny. Not in the "I haven't seen you in three years, let me take you in," way. You looked qui...
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I carry my memories of you In a cabin bag stashed in The overheard compartments And in them are the missed birthdays, the "Can't ...
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When the sun comes out, I loll. I kind of amble about and collapse in the garden, and then play some badminton and collapse in the shad...
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There's a monster in your bed, kid. You let him in. You took his hand. You showed him your home. There's a monster i...
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It has struck me that 90% of the photos I've taken this year are of flowers, and I've got a couple of reasons for this. The f...
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The power went out. Rob and I socialised with each other for an entire two hours. And it was awesome Taylor Swift/New Romantics...
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I don’t know if I believe in guardian angels or not, but if they are up there – if there’s someone keeping watch – then I bet she...
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Our love story was always a love story. We were never anything else. None of this “will they? Won’t they?” We would. We always would. Becaus...
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Update on the Christmas Cake: It's winging it's way across the country, and I got a bottle of wine and a Christmas card for my ...
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You were looking at me funny. Not in the "I haven't seen you in three years, let me take you in," way. You looked qui...
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I carry my memories of you In a cabin bag stashed in The overheard compartments And in them are the missed birthdays, the "Can't ...
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When the sun comes out, I loll. I kind of amble about and collapse in the garden, and then play some badminton and collapse in the shad...
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There's a monster in your bed, kid. You let him in. You took his hand. You showed him your home. There's a monster i...