This pain in my heart
Mirrored by the still blue sea
Geared to come in waves
About the Creator
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Wanderlust
I left a foggy, -2 degree London to answer the call of the warm beaches of Algarve, Portugal. The ride to the airport was so foggy and all we had as an indication that we were not alone on the A13 was the rear light staring like angry eyes from the cars ahead.
By Dianah Ngamdy3 years ago in Journal
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