You Make My Dreams
2014-06-14
Beaches are scented with the dawn of Time. I stood on a thin line between land and drowning. Mermaid foam licked my toes. Ageless voices thundered in waves.
I only heard one voice.Continue Reading
Beaches are scented with the dawn of Time. I stood on a thin line between land and drowning. Mermaid foam licked my toes. Ageless voices thundered in waves.
I only heard one voice.Continue Reading
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