Polly is going back to highschool looking suspiciously like me as a 17 year old. Short tartan skirt, the coveted docs, the white school shirt. Messy braided hair, no make up. Big dreams and wistful fantasies. Wishing she could live in a book. Black celtic cross around her neck, ankle bells, cloisonné market jewellery and always the notebook and pencils.
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