summer has gone from glistering sun to and rainy whispers and tea cups. I learned how to roll cigarettes and drank rhubarb vodka at 11am. fell in love with beach house, the national and mumford&sons while being sucked in by the festival whirl of haldern pop, watching friends kissing rabbits, getting a little lost and falling asleep in the grass in the afternoon.
today I am celebrating our dishwasher being back in action and thus being able to drink coffee out of a fresh cup other than reusing one for three days. little pleasures, you know.
tell me your summer story.
ph by sarah patzak.
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