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Welcome to my online portfolio.

I’m a twenty-something woman living in the South of England with two guinea pigs (Sherlock Holmes and John Watson), two cats (King Arthur and Alfred the Great), a man who is a chef and his small boy who stays with us on the weekends. I function best on black coffee and I like taking photographs of things that I think are interesting.

This is a publicly available internal monologue shared with the hope of inspiring others.

I don’t deal in “I’m fine, thank you”s. Let’s have a real conversation.

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