sometimes all you have to do is ask

three girls, sitting on a bench. talking and laughing. showing complicity in a summer day.
{this one is for m. and for v., thank you girls!}

sometimes when you ask…

you get an answer.

probably not the answer you were seeking, or the one you expected to hear.

but a answer nonetheless. and exactly the one you are supposed to listen. Continue reading “sometimes all you have to do is ask”

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