A BOHEMIAN LIKE YOU

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Walk with me my little child, to the forest of denial. Speak with me my only mind, and make the forest turn to wine.

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I am the wife of an eagle in the air Dewdrops are my lips, and flowers are my hair I was created to be fairest of all fair I was created for an eagle in the air

This night when I went to bed / I wrote this letter in my head / I was too spaced out for you to reach me / I used to teach now you teach me / I say my head is in the clouds

FISH OUT OF WATER

For those playing at home I live in Melbourne, and despite being plagued with a disgusting cold, my friend Bridget and I embarked on a miniature road trip because it was the only day we both had off in a very, very long time.

First we ventured away from the city down to a small slightly bogan-ish town called Moe where we had vegie slice and watermelon made by the ever so lovely Grandma Betty (Bridget’s Nan), and proceeded to Monash University Gippsland where one of our dear friend’s Chloe is studying.

We spent the night, things got a little bit rowdy, we met some lovely people despite feeling a wee bit like a pair of obese fishes out of water, my cold is now 10 times worse than it was before we left (but it was worth it). I took photos. Not of the fish, or of snot, but of us and our surroundings.

Here are some favourites from our 48 hours spent at the Gipp…

Lesson Learned? Don’t judge a town by its name or its cultural stereotype!

GECKO!

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