Sweater: Vintage/Trousers: Stella Pardo/Coat: Carin Wester/Shoes: Hudson
Does it really take so long, to find yourself again? I have wandered off the path for years now — slowly at first; often pushed by others, but often blundering on my own, but faster and further as the years went by. Is it age that hinders me, that makes me too weary to spring back?
I suppose that it’s only natural, then, that it would take so many months, and so many thousands and thousands of miles to begin to return to who I am.
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with that fur coat on and the snow around, you look like you were taking a trip through Narnia. I can almost feel the chill air against my cheeks. Oh wait, someone left the backdoor open.
Thank you so much! That’s exactly how I felt when I stepped out into the snow that day — that I had stumbled into Narnia in winter. It was such a dramatic change overnight.