Perfect weather. Perfect location. Perfect companions.
It was a perfect getaway.
One of those days that makes you feel at peace with the world, that makes you doubt all the cruelty and pain of the harsh reality as just a fleck of your paranoia and sick imagination.
But what was even beautiful was that nothing about the rendezvous was planned, saved the swimming part.
And as the evening unfolded, everything just seemed to fall into place. I could almost hear the soft click of the pieces of puzzles finding home.
Joanna the hostess
Yours truly
Jing Hua
Amanda
Of fedora hats


























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