the garden, the fading lavender
that a. just can't leave outside .    .       .

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feeling euphorically small yet grown up under the eucalyptus trees








:

an afternoon's cycling in the riverside park .  .   .






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the first cherries

                                      +

her ripened strawberry crop
she was so excited to plant them
but now they are ready she
seems to have lost interest .







no matter; summer is blushing,
inching closer .  .  .





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my little sister
been + gone

it's always like that
with our big age gap
we've rarely coincided

and i always resent the
silence she leaves behind
but all there is every time
is to make peace with it again

:

:

+  until she builds a cyber space of her own

i'm pinching some of her latest hometown photos  .    .     .

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me, on the one hand, trying to put some order in the house  .    .    .

her, on the other, imagining to be a fairy princess
whose job is to sprinkle everything with fairy dust

+  so our house is awash with glitter   .     .
                                                                .

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                                                                .


i have a feeling this little misunderstanding
of ours is here to stay for a while      .     .

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                                                                .

                                                                .

                                                                .        

still
the shapes + colours
of our afternoons  .    .    .

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i never really mind that some clothes are,
for one reason or another, out of reach
or incongruent with the way i live;

just happy that somebody thought of making them.









[arts & science]
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k + the camera

strolling before work yesterday morning,

in tunis

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our weekend: II

lunch at my mother's
an intimate gathering of generations

my sister's home for a few days +
a.'s happy to have her godmother back.

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our weekend: I

birthday party of a bestest friend

four candles and
happy little voices in the afterglow
in a garden spared by rain.










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domesticity  .    .      .

do you like washing up or any sort of housekeeping? :)

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:

our first sea sunday
borrowing the excitement from her eyes
to remember the old, narrow road and hot car
the first sight, and the promise of ice cream
on the way home.











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foraging in the park
then playing together with her loot  .    .     .

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