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| I HAVE CRACKED OUT MY ONE CHRISTMAS DECORATION. THE GLOW WAKES ME UP AT NIGHT BELIEVING THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. I THINK I NEED TO MURDER A TREE TO MAKE MY HOME FEEL PROPERLY XMASSY. |
I am pretending that it is cold and dark-ish and all twinkly Christmassy right now, as it should be in the northern hemisphere. OH WAIT. What the f, Auckland. This weather is BULLSHIT.
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| THE LAST, LINGERING RAYS OF NOVEMBER OVER THE WAITEMATA HARBOUR. I SNAPPED THIS FROM A FRIEND'S DECK WHERE WE HUDDLED UNDER BLANKETS, DRINKING AND FREEZING EXTRANEOUS DIGITS, SWEARING ABOUT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE SUMMER NOW |
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