3 December
I was at Camp making some sort of food and serving it out to the kids.
I walked around the corner of the door and there was a two year old boy staring up at me and I bent down to have a closer look. SJ came up behind him and for some reason it brought tears to my eyes.
Dozing on the bus...
random associations of words stick themselves together and I can remember them:
Very modest.
Ladies fingers.
Swear by it.
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