Another little break from the Singapore Journals as I just came back off three days free from the hustle and the bustle of the city. I spent the quietest time of my life with my boyfriend's aunt, who owns a cottage in the middle of nowhere in Ireland. She lives there on her own relying on her trustful moped to take her grocery shopping. Many hours were spent at her kitchen table drinking tea and smoking cigarettes, huddled against the radiator, listening to her recalling tragic stories from the local newspaper that she likes to store in some corner of her mind.
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