Long days, short nights and the constant warm sea air on my cheek. This image I hold close to my heart as I go about life's mostly dreary routine. I cast my bottle of blogs out into the open sea and hope to find some assurance that it's opened in some distant shore.
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reminiscing about bora days doing nestea. how's it hanging mel? you're lookin' good.
got big news for you, but that can wait. later...
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