This is from The Sartorialist. The brilliant sunlight, the vibrant green, the floaty dress, even the green nails. It fills me with such impossibly deep longing, of walking down a road in a far away country, with the sun on my back, where I could wear this impractical dress and take a long walk, where no one would know me, so you could do all of this and not think how this could be fixed into your past and your future.
The closest actual feeling of this was in Darjeeling, where the weather got better each day and that day I took that long long walk to the Tibetan refugee centre, so far away from anything one knew.
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