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Newport Transporter Bridge.
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Bridge over the Usk, Pillgwenlly, Newport.
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Moon over Wales Millennium Centre, Cardiff Bay.
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Now.
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Peace. #mayphotoaday
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Skyline. #mayphotoaday
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Something I wore today. Day 3. #mayphotoaday
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Fun! Day 4. #mayphotoaday (My little British heart is squirming at the date formatting. THAT needs to be sorted.)
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Shush. There are faeries.
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Bird(s). Day 5. #mayphotoaday
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You. Day 6. #mayphotoaday
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Someone who inspires me. Day 7. #mayphotoaday Clichéd to choose your family, I suppose, but if "inspire" means more than "admire", if it means, "makes you be more, want to be more, then 13 makes me be the best I can be, such as that is."
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A smell you adore. Rose. Trust me, these roses are deeply scented when in bloom. Day 8. #mayphotoaday #unfiltered
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Something I do every day. Drink tea, read books and vice versa. Day 9. #mayphotoaday
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A favourite word - obfuscate. Day 10. #mayphotoaday
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Kitchen. Day 11. #mayphotoaday
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Fun. Friday is FrEyeday.
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Barefoot with daisies. #rewritingthestory
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Mum. Day 13. (Yes I AM old enough for us to have had a TV like that.) #mayphotoaday #rewritingthestory
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Sharing a kiss with my youngest. She has Autism, epilepsy and severe learning and language delay so she keeps me on my toes but she has made me who I am.
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My youngest and I yesterday.
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Grass. Day 14. Wet grass and long skirts, who said the '70s were over? #mayphotoaday #rewritingthestory
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It has been a trying day, the tiredness shows.
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Love. Day 15. #mayphotoaday #rewritingthestory (Yes, I'm a day late and I don't have a dollar at all.)
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Most people would use a tripod. See also, what are you reading. Day 16. #mayphotoaday #rewritingthestory
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Some days you have to say, "goddess, not so much, floozy, I can do that."
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Can you see her, in the shadows? Glasses on, hair falling out of its bun. I'm not sure I know her anymore. I'm not sure I want to.
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Snack, because Heaven forbid I would eat.
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Day is over, time to let it go. Time for the evening.
