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Fog on the Thames, London, by Inge Morath - reminds me of the stories my mum used to tell me about growing up in London during the war and after."Pea soup" fogs - green, smelly and "you literally couldn't see your hand in front of your face".


I'm rachael. Call me raa :) TwentyTwo. Harrogate. :) My life is a cliché. Make Art. Make Love. Make Tea. ♥ Stressed, Depressed But Well Dressed. Self-revelation through drugs; straight through my fingertips onto everything I touch. Read my About Me...


eluniversodelasenora:source, a post from the blog Bizarre and beautiful snapshots on Bloglovin’


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