This. 💓 "I smile at this realisation, my eyes tearing up and beginning to burn as my cheap mascara is washed off my eyelashes. I squint, tears running down my cheeks. I don’t care if anyone on the bus sees me crying, because all I feel right now is love. Love for this country. For this city. For myself and my precious life."
That realisation on the bus... that Auckland hadn’t left you, it just got obscured by what you were carrying. I felt that 💖✨
Aww, I’m so glad it resonated. Thanks for being here 💕
This. 💓 "I smile at this realisation, my eyes tearing up and beginning to burn as my cheap mascara is washed off my eyelashes. I squint, tears running down my cheeks. I don’t care if anyone on the bus sees me crying, because all I feel right now is love. Love for this country. For this city. For myself and my precious life."
So palpable. 👏👏 And your pictures are amazing!!
Thank you, Rebecca 💖
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Oh wow what a major change since we met at the writers festival! Welcome back to the north island 😀
I know, right! Totally wasn’t expecting this, but here we are. I’m so glad we met at the festival. Thank you; I’m very thrilled to be back 💛