For day three hundred and fifty-four I was at my bower bird best... attracted to shiny, pretty things. Thankfully I have no end of baubles to keep me entertained when I'm having an 'at home' day.
You can just make out my reflection in the broach. I have become a little obsessed with reflections. Sometimes it seems like capturing a picture in a picture. Or maybe I just like reflections because it means that something is shiny enough to give a reflection...
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