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Robin Hebb.

writer, performer, cool girl.

 

Golden Hour.

Golden Hour.

Artwork by Alja Horvat.

This time last year things unravelled and the long June nights now serve as a reminder of just how badly I lost my grip.

The golden light, the humid mornings, the clothes I haven’t worn since that summer- all things I used to cherish now make me cringe as old memories are forced to the front of my mind.

Memories I didn’t even know I had-

Of feeling drunk and manic while basking in the brightness of the 8pm sunset.

Of being so full of poison I resented nature’s simple way of saying,

“The future’s bright, kid.”






Gramps.

Gramps.

 Barometer.

Barometer.