collecting snails for pets on a rainy day
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my name is miriam. i have freckles on my knees and tangles in my hair. i take picures and write about my life. i shoot with a canon rebel xsi. my favorite lens in my 50 mm. i love bob dylan, my family and food experiments that work out. also, the beach.
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Oh my gosh. When I lived in England, my parents wouldnt let me have a dog or cat or anything, and I was heartbroken, so they got me a little beta fish aquarium type thing, put dirt/sod in it, and let me collect snails. I had like, 20. No joke. They lasted a while. Only one had a name, and I always knew which one he was. I had such a strange childhood. Haha, oh man. Good times.
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