Dear Ex husband.
Happy birthday to you. I hope you get everything you deserve. And i mean that. Really, i do.
from the artist formally knows as Wife.
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- ijogthereforeiblog
- The stats: I'm 30 years old, an enthusiastic dancer with little skill, a lover of all things beautiful, a drawer/painter/sketcher/doodler and a wannabe runner. I write about love, art, inspiration and occasionally, jogging. A recent move to the other side of the world, has seen me trying to find my feet in amongst the muddy terrain of South Wales. Oh and also, I'm going to have a baby in November with this cute Welsh guy I met on the beach in Melbourne last year. I don't jog as much as I used to....
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