Sunday, 7 April 2013

London at Easter

when I occasionally remember/have the time to log in to my livejournal I read what I used to write and I cringe to the very depths of me. My head screams No - how awful -can't believe I wrote that. That's not who I am now. I am so much older, different, wiser. I have shame. Whereas now as I scroll through these pages I like to look at the photographs and I feel okay about it. And that's because I feel okay about me. 

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