Why
don’t we
drop our clothes,
travel to some
steamy tropical
island complete with palms
and sunrises and two
outriggers skimming
the lagoon like
long-legged
water
sprites?
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3 comments:
Why don't we indeed? I'm packed and ready ...
I'm dropped.
I like this one very much.
I also cannot stop staring at that image.
Very nice pairing.
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