The train ride was quiet as I fell asleep on Monsieur Bisous shoulder. We travelled home together - back to our loving wooly cats - after eating too many sweets and delicious soup in his studio.
Back home I wrapped a blanket around myself spending some time with the puppets in my cosy nook. Trying to shape the bodies, hands and feets - wondering how they will look like when finished.
Seems that I always manage to get lost in this world for hours and hours again...
It's time to hide myself under the freshly laundered sheets now, trying not to worry about the wind and rain which could harm my dads broccoli.
Dreams of light sprinkling snow in sunny weather.
x.e.
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although I feel a bit homesick by the thought that summer is leaving already...
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