succulents AKA survivors...

(my dear succulents: thank you for waiting for me patiently and in full glory...next year you will also be in my garden in London...that I gather may have reached a point of no return...that, if I haven't moved here permanently...that, if i'm allowed after brexshit… and that if I remember to keep breathing!?…;-)












“In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.”
Haruki Murakami 





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