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A jug of Pimms and beaming sun.

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A jug of Pimms and beaming sun.

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I wrote this over a year ago, and today I found the image that stirs the same feelings. 

when i think of euphoria, i visualise a sunrise. pink and blue stained sky; tinges of gold rays breaking through the length of the earth. my hair is billowing in the soft and bitingly crisp morning air. strands twisting in the breeze, almost floating when it becomes still again. 

the view vanquishes the sound. 

my bare feet push deep into the earth, the fingers on my right hand gripping the edge of my shoes, held at my side and my left hand tracing the hem of my dress. i am standing so painfully still and i close my eyes. 

the sounds come into focus now, echoing in my head like an amphitheatre. the wind fleeting through the trees; the delicate flapping of birds wings, the crashing of waves against the rocks. the smell of the sea mixes with the cigarette smoke that has tainted my hair from the night before. i inch towards the edge of the cliff, keeping my eyes closed and trusting my instincts. my toes curl over the sharp rocks and i know i’ve met the end. i toss my shoes and raise my arms up, up above my head, allowing the breeze to take hold of my dress. i open my eyes and and the sun has arrived, burning it’s strong, warm beams of light into my body. 

another day has been born. 
breathe in. 
another chance. 
breathe out. 

something so phenomenally perfect happens twice every single day and very few take the time to recognise it. the sun welcomes the earth every morning and kisses it good bye every evening. 

this should be one of the only routines we experience in our life; every day is a different chance at doing something magnificent. 

today is your chance to do something magnificent.

090114

I wrote this over a year ago, and today I found the image that stirs the same feelings.

when i think of euphoria, i visualise a sunrise. pink and blue stained sky; tinges of gold rays breaking through the length of the earth. my hair is billowing in the soft and bitingly crisp morning air. strands twisting in the breeze, almost floating when it becomes still again.

the view vanquishes the sound.

my bare feet push deep into the earth, the fingers on my right hand gripping the edge of my shoes, held at my side and my left hand tracing the hem of my dress. i am standing so painfully still and i close my eyes.

the sounds come into focus now, echoing in my head like an amphitheatre. the wind fleeting through the trees; the delicate flapping of birds wings, the crashing of waves against the rocks. the smell of the sea mixes with the cigarette smoke that has tainted my hair from the night before. i inch towards the edge of the cliff, keeping my eyes closed and trusting my instincts. my toes curl over the sharp rocks and i know i’ve met the end. i toss my shoes and raise my arms up, up above my head, allowing the breeze to take hold of my dress. i open my eyes and and the sun has arrived, burning it’s strong, warm beams of light into my body.

another day has been born.
breathe in.
another chance.
breathe out.

something so phenomenally perfect happens twice every single day and very few take the time to recognise it. the sun welcomes the earth every morning and kisses it good bye every evening.

this should be one of the only routines we experience in our life; every day is a different chance at doing something magnificent.

today is your chance to do something magnificent.

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17kg of Ironlak Strikers, on their way to the CHA Trade Show, USA

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17kg of Ironlak Strikers, on their way to the CHA Trade Show, USA

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My week-long vegetarianism came to a head today after a multitude of fuck ups. Spending half my lunch break at Kikki-K adoring stationery (I walked away with a felt notebook that matched my bag), I spent 20 minutes at Woolworths buying my ‘vegetarian lunch ingredients’ for the week.

Returning back to the office armed with the goods, I began preparing my wrap, only to fucking discover that my wraps (sealed and best before 210214) were half mouldy. So I darted downstairs with 10 minutes of my lunch break to spare to Croissant Express to grab one of their delicious Mediterranean Bagels.

"Oh sorry, we didn’t make any as it wasn’t busy! (But if you want one tomorrow, just call in the morning and we can prepare it for you for lunch)"

- No other tasty vego options besides plain rolls.

Grab and Go. Egg and lettuce sandwich. Mediterranean sandwich, with salami. One vegetarian option. One. In a takeaway store situated in the business district of the city.

So I bought a smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich. Which had chicken stuck to the outside.

I can’t believe vegetarians put up with this shit.

Eggplant stack, feat. Haloumi, roasted red capsicum and rocket, with a red vinegar, tabasco, kalamata olive and basil dressing. 

Four bean salad, with quinoa, red onion, rocket and organic tomatoes. 

Looks like hell, tasted like heaven.

Eggplant stack, feat. Haloumi, roasted red capsicum and rocket, with a red vinegar, tabasco, kalamata olive and basil dressing.

Four bean salad, with quinoa, red onion, rocket and organic tomatoes.

Looks like hell, tasted like heaven.

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Summer thunderstorms
2pm

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Summer thunderstorms 2pm

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$64 worth of organic vegetables

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$64 worth of organic vegetables

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Arriba Grill carpark pool

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Arriba Grill carpark pool

3D butterfly, for Nonna

3D butterfly, for Nonna