




For some obscure reason, it never occurred to us that rather than making extraneous excursions out to find some new exotic locations for photos, the garden outside the house was actually pretty damn ideal. The boyf and I only had to look to his frontyard for plenty of props and lush scenery, with the only downside being the occasional need to duck under the hedges while the neighbours passed by walking their dogs. Dressing up to the nines right outside your house and trying to climb swings in heels is hardly normal behaviour.
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