postcards from nowhere

the boyf is on call break, but he spends every (unpaid) sweaty day with me, carrying goods, training staff, serving counter, driving vans, every night till 9.30 pm– when i know he wants nothing more than to go away for a much-deserved break, or sit home and play his wargames until his eyes bleed.

have i mentioned, i am thankful, beyond words?

when he goes back to work, i will miss every blessed ferry ride.

 

photo credits: clearing not me, as i am a non-camera-hp carrier; googled it and found it– but so many use this same image i dunno which the source is.

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Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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