Saturday, April 6, 2013

The air is growing steadily warmer with an abundance of birdsong and I, in my sheer happiness, wore shorts. I pulled out my old, treasured Converse that are bleached from the sun, dirty from Pitchfork last summer. There was a bonfire and despite the chill of the night air, my best mates and I circled together around the fire and talked and laughed till late in the night. I forgot how much I loved this time of year.

[first photo of Inès de La Fressange - source unknown /// last photo source /// all other photos taken by me]

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