Where the birds are singing

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Hat - Forever 21
Floral shirt - Forever 21
Acid Jeans - H&M
Brown Wedges - Clarks
Black scarf - Thrifted

And where the birds are singing, I lay down, I rest my head. There's nowhere I could go without getting lost again. I choose to believe that their song it's immortal, like those trees whose arms are gone. I'm doing tests with my mind, picturing myself on a desert island, drinking from raw coconuts and jumping on the sand.

I got these lines on mind, after shooting some pictures with my Canon in my kitchen. I don't know why I got the idea that having rubbish displayed behind me while sitting on a wooden chair would have been a nice set. 

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