28 March, 2008

To new comers. To old hands.

The early flight, leaving permanent scars on our normally fresh faces.


The general disbelief at random conversation beneath a menacing sky.


The wild baking, basting, stirring and glazing.


And the ones who didn't make it, leaving us alone to fend with all-night conversations, near-drug overdoses, Californian soaps and tortellini.


Miss it already...

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