Sunday, 20 March 2005
(this was the view from my first, temporary, accommodation; a field of flowers)(then they mowed it down and it became only lawn; then i moved) a hangover is a hangover is a hangover, no matter where you are. last night i thought i would test this theory. it's no longer a theory - it's been practiced, it's being experienced, today is for red cordial and sleep
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