Sometimes...
All we need is to have a white out.
White is calming like aloe vera, fresh like lemons, uncluttered as an empty amphitheatre, cooling as an echo in a beach cave. Yes. We love white. If only for it's nothingness.
Wow, it even made me a poet. Might be something to do with the hilarious and super fun "African Rhythms" night I went to last night at Rich Mix in Shoreditch. Floetry, a mix of singing and poetry dont-ya-know, was on the cards, as was booty shaking to bongos and all sorts of things. Yeah, it was goooooooood. Kicking back with India Arie and Miss Badhu...sun is shining....life it bootyful.
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