Age Unknown.
This week, i keep coming back to that picture. I've spent an unhealthy amount of time staring at it, trying to work out what id be thinking/feeling at that moment. I can't remember that day, but i remember what i was like as a little girl, lost in my imagination, wildly free, and abundantly loved. The photo was taken in our London flat, we had these amazing wooden french doors which i love, leading out into the garden.
Im so fortunate to be in the place i am, but i can't help but want to be little Josie for a week. I'm thinking, that people wouldn't dream of saying or doing stuff to that little girl, but its ok to do it to the 19year old version.
The most incredible thing is that, that girl is me, i keep wanting to write that she dosen't exist anymore, but she does, she just has brown hair. Whilst i was in Sri Lanka, i met a lady who last saw me when i was that age, and the first thing she said was..
"Your exactly the same, you just have brown hair"
I am exactly the same.
I agree.
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