Auckland's winter just doesn't cut it. I want a Russian winter again. One with snow, bare trees, inconvenience and romance.
The bottom photo is mine, the other is a we heart it one that I lost the name of, sorry.
You know that warm, fuzzy, happy, tight feeling you get in your chest when something is just really lovely? We call that Bursting Capsules and it's a feeling we're both fond of.
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