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The post holiday funky

Hectic holidays

Exploded suitcases, mountains of washing, trails of sand and seashells in the sink and a great big bottomless bucket of demotivation. Something tells me we’re not on holiday anymore.

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The art of escape

The art of escape.

Hank soon felt right at home.

“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” Perhaps a little intense there as always Anais Nin but oh my you do have a point. It is goddamn good to get away.

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