Wildflowers, felt good beneath my feet
The wind blew tangles in my hair
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 @ 10:10 PM
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Today when I was walking towards home I actually picked flowers. When I reached the lift I decided that I didn't really want to take them home, so I scattered all of them onto the ground. I honestly thought they looked quite pretty all over the place, even though they didn't belong there. Forty-five minutes after I reached home, mummy came back with Brayden & she went, 'I wonder which idiot littered the ground floor with flowers!!'