in the middle of the coldest july in 58 years the london dames are wondering whether they'll get to wear out their muji flipflops before the leaves start to turn. so much for the floatly summer dresses which now clog the shopfloors lik
birkenstocks do't work in puddles. they will rot as the rainwater drys.
i wait for a hint of summer.
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