today is spring equinox and the birds outside of my window are celebrating with the most lyrical ballad . . .
instead of trying to balance an egg on its point, i scrambled one and ate it while listening to this song and reading arthurian romances by chretian de troye. the photographs are from wednesday when i was too homesick to post.
i miss my island so much sometimes, no matter how troubled it is. especially in the green days of spring time.
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