If I won this brief episode in land, I take a step in changing the cycle of life, and I would become a stone's Bay Audierne. I would have as much time as necessary to reflect the variegated lights, dust haze for me and I bask in the sun.
The risk is that love takes me one day out of pocket, because I'd become as smooth as the cheek kiss that smelled of salt and fennel.
I assume.
As I take the pictures of that day.
A real shift schedule.
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