when your mouth is
Super shut. Observations inside silence are always the loudest to me. One of my favourite people who hails from the South Island of New Zealand spent a few days in my beach hut recently. We guzzled gin drinks and played hair colour games with another favourite who dwells down Byron way. We dipped carrot sticks in garlic dips and swapped secrets and silliness. The colours of my life are violet and gold. They remain that way. Seven years back two...