coffee, rooibus tea and a letter that made me cry.
it has almost been a year.
hanging out with adult women drinking white wine and shooting the shit. i have never gotten along with my own age group very well.
Moroccan oil, posh looking hair, barbeque with the stubborn side of my family, teaching a two year old how to blow bubbles, thinking how wretched pregnancy would be in the heat of a dry summer.
wondering about how 6 months will be when 2 days feels like a lifetime.
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