It was the kind of weekend to which all other weekends aspire.Unseasonably hot, chock full of friends and wine, strangely enough a limo, toenails painted tangerine, and children who smell of sunscreen and skipping.
Hi, I'm Susannah and I love shiny things, swimming, the smell of fresh cut grass, orange blossoms and horse shit. The feel of my children's eyelashes on my cheek is a live virus that grows in me, multiplies and sustains. I will never understand Amish Friendship Bread.
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