Ocean a flat blue sheet stretching all the way to the islands while
Waves wait their turn, each one building into slow a curl.
Surfers ride, laughing like children.
It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?
Well, that's definitely reason to live.
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Beautiful. And I'm intrigued with the layout of the blog -- are you using that template called postcard?
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