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Music
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You. Day 6. #mayphotoaday
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Times two
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Times one and a bit
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Eyes
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Out of focus self
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Creeping buttercup, plus hair.
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Creeping buttercup, with parts of me.
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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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Who I am.
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Reading and me.
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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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Self
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Blurred, glasses, tired.
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Lips, blurred.
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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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Day is over, time to let it go. Time for the evening.
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Days end much like they begin.
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FrEyeday. #rewritingthestory #self
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Sit, relax, drink tea. #rewritingthestory #self
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Blurred and everyday.
