this must be the place.

December always feels like one long sigh, I start to feel the weight of the year upon me and long for a fresh start. 

I suppose this is a continuation from this post, I left a place I called home and my dear friend has just had to do the same. In September I became a piece of furniture in beautiful Ellen's home and here is a little diary from my time with her and an ode to the place she adored.

Pictures by Ellen, Prizme and myself.

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