sometimes you judge the book by it’s cover and you buy cacao for the pretty, russian packaging.
sometimes you make an early cup of tea and it becomes a fuzzy image for the collection.
some days you find an abandoned doll which made me think of bo, or what do you say lilli, perhaps a lost friend of the happy bunch? with lipstick and all.
and some days is the day which starts the week again and i wonder how come time flies so fast? here we go again, dive in and swim along.