dad's special 'boat glasses'. the arms are stuck to the frames with glue.
sewing pockets on skirts
capricious beers, sitting on a crochet blanket, rain falling on tin roofs, indulging in eachother's details
Carob cake made from home processed carob that Nyria stole from a tree on her street.
a loft full of light, with big windows over looking the lemon tree
Blunstone boots
bright lights, loud music, leaning back in chairs, turning our heads towards one another and whispering
a monkey with a drum
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