warm nights

it's a warm summer night

it's also mid-october

unfortunately the weather isn't the only thing that's displaced

i can't find my camera!

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miss me

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it's all about the little things

the strolls down gordon street, the rush to lectures, the tired trudge to euston station to catch the increasingly elusive bus 390

it's about the squish of cool mud beneath boot studs, the dull thud of rugby balls making contact with eager hands

it's about keeping the curtains drawn tight even during the day, warmness beneath a single duvet, the lingering smoke blanket that hovers