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Sex with the windows and blinds open in the middle of the day.

The breeze on my vulva.

Singing in the shower before bed.

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My mum’s elbow is my elbow. My elbow is my mum’s elbow.
Learning bizarre Dutch phrases
Becky’s dinner for us all and talking science with Mike. Turns out time is not linear. And something else to do with photons.