all those moments encapsulated in the dark recesses ... here ...
and some bluebell walks ... Ice scream in the park and here at home to in times of special celebrations
taking in the brilliant colour and the dark holes ... In and out the home ...
the old photos fluttering out with a breadth of fresh air ... And some of these photos for a hoarding record of how it can be turned around with little understanding ... until more recently in just the time it happened to us ...
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