When you were growing up, there was a small group of you that played together when young, then hung out together when older, then stayed in touch when you all went your separate ways. You built dens in the woods and you told each other ghost stories, and you got sick on the drink that you stole from bottles you refilled with water, and you coughed over first cigarettes and commiserated over first loves.
Fabulous! Mysterious and bitter-sweet.
Oh wow, this was stunning. So beautiful and haunting and sad. All the best things x
oh my...you've done it again! i love this so much. 🕊
So sad! Brilliant as usual.👏