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Sunday morning 9am


Well Brandy thinks this one doesn't need text, but I am gonna give it some anyway.

I wanted this to be my 'I'm okay' picture. I didn't announce that I was pregnant because I knew, being 39 and this being my first baby, I was a high risk for miscarriage. And it happened this week - just two months into my pregnancy. But life goes on... I took this picture on my first morning back at work. The lovely morning sunlight, a cat lazing on the roof behind the British Council. I have Wolf and a wonderful life.

And I'm okay.

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