Infinite arcs
The south coast. The sun arcs overhead. Waves rolling out like freshly floured pastry on the shore. The ancient traditions of worshipping on the sea …
The south coast. The sun arcs overhead. Waves rolling out like freshly floured pastry on the shore. The ancient traditions of worshipping on the sea …
If I was a little kid, I think I’d be ready to give this scooter a blast, even thought the park looks like it could …
We rest here while we can, but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams, And we know by the morning, the wind will fill our …
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