The beach curves and the sea, a scimitar in the sun cleaves through the shingle a sandy path along the shore.
I am awestruck by the goddess of good luck who favoured my happening into this day full of wonder and wandering.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
The beach curves and the sea, a scimitar in the sun cleaves through the shingle a sandy path along the shore.
I am awestruck by the goddess of good luck who favoured my happening into this day full of wonder and wandering.
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