* Two beautiful photos from Nicole taken on her wedding day in her Flutterbydaisy dress *
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Tales From The Treehouse
It came all late, before I would have sold a leg to be there and now I'm just content in limbo living to work out who makes my dreams - the ones I have during the day. Sometimes I don't think it's me because I end up in want. If I am the writer then why?... I feel like that little bit of wool that's curly at the end of the ball waiting to be joined on to the next with a knot... to one day become a whole jumper, with sleeves.
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