I love Wellington. I love that Kiwi men don't gawk, cat call, or generally harass beautiful women. They walk by as if nothing unusual is going on and when they get close enough they will throw a secret glance at the lady and pretend as if it were nothing more than just checking out some bit of dust that happened to fall in an interesting spot, and keep going. Beautiful Bailey was a trooper today and came packing two of the most stunning vintage bathing suits and wanted to pose in both of them. Mind you, this morning, I was screaming like a little girl running across the street in a freezing rainstorm after visiting the Sunday Market at Chaffers Marina. But for Bailey in her bikini Wellington opened a crack in its cloudy day and shined its warm sun on this girl. Did this surprise me? Not in the least, the light coming out of Bailey was bright enough and it made sense that it would attract an inferior light like the sun. I am writing this from the kitchen bench while the snow is falling in thick blankets outside. I love Wellington.
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