The air is a haze of aphids.

Yes, I do realise the morbidity of a picture of a grave... 

but it's such a peaceful place.

Quiet and lucid. Like a postcard from the coast. 

A nod to the desire for a sixth form musical.

How I enjoy exam preparation... and the sleep crescents it creates under my eyes^.

And
Suddenly
I'm a boat
I'm
I know it
I'm
I'm a boat.

xoxo