SUNDAY / 28

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Ah, the Sunday that was. Feel like I'm months behind, not just three weeks. It was a pretty sweet old day - an early rise, a drive north to the national park, second breakfast of lemon and polenta cake I made and a thermos of J's strong coffee, a good long walk where I only nearly fell over once, a picnic of champions and the last of the afternoon sun on the other side of Palm Beach, doing handstands in the sand. 

It's pretty nice up that way. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.