This is a collection of photographs, poems, stories and whatnots inspired by the things outside my (metaphorical and actual) window.
I started this on a whim, but I am keeping this as a gift and reminder to my boyfriend of how much I love him.
This is for you, my dearest
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The story of cloudboy and muffingirl:

- me
monica, student, artist
sydney, australia
mikitoru [at] gmail [dot] com
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He’d like to be like a heavy pebble so he can sink right in
baby cloudboy — if you ever see a cloud in the sky that looked tiny with a round one next to it, you can bet your bottom dollar it’s a little cloud playing with its favorite ball
She dressed up in a little whipped cream to blend in with his friends, but she just really missed the fact that he was not there.