Something About Being Whole

Hello Lovelies,

When I looked up and saw the sky, I took it as a sign. Little bits of cloud were peeking through a hole in my cheap black umbrella in the midst of stereotypical London rain storm. In the moment, there really isn’t anything you can imagine that could be more symbolic than a hole in an umbrella on rainy day.

Gower Street - Bloomsbury - London

My sister’s been pushing me for a while to get back to blogging. Rather than accept that I’ve been careless with my umbrella, or that I should’ve sprung for the more expensive one, I’m going to assume that the umbrella Gods agree with her.

Talk to you later,

-E

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