It's still white and beautiful outside. This night I stayed up reading old stuff, it's some sort of therapy, cause you get the distance from where you were and where you're at. This year has been the most interesting year as I can remember, I've lost some on the way and gained so much more than I ever could expect. Sometimes life is nothing more than life. It's like fashion, in a way, I can always see different clothes come back, over and over again, but it's always moving forwards. Pure refreshing steps. It's as true as anyone would say, no matter what, life still goes on. It's bittersweet, as everything else...
Love
/Anna
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