The Veil of Perception
Mint slice chomping, cherry popping randomness; The prosaically quotidian.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
c'était un rêve?
Salty air. Turquoise waters. Blazing sun. Cheap.Cold.Beer. Mmmmmm.
No footprints on the sand because we will always be the kind who'd walk close to the waters edge.
Et la mer efface sur le sable.
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