Without Malice

By aforethought

Blossom (Again)

Each year brings new wonders, new blossoms, new beauty.

This weekend of regrowth saw us debate our First World problems: slow housing market, the cost of University life, and the required dimensions, fabric, and colour of footstools. You get the idea.

In many ways I am a very different me to the one that lived through 1983...

Track 99
Nena
99 Red Balloons

Past me could never have predicted present me, just like future me is an enigma.

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