Yes, Sailor. Me again.
Oozing some sylable-sewn clusters from the spot I always, 'n-I-meanalways miss when I shave.
This mid-lent [french: mi-carême port:... micareta?] has been rewarding. Beloved ones, new-ones and my newly beloved oneself.
Different shades of blues, from light to turquoise to Louisiana. And the eyears renewed by it all and a bit more.
Don't let me forget those plans. Just in case, give me a heads-up every now and then, ok? Otherwise, I'll end up just terminated. Like a dog.
Water's all drained now.
2 clicaram, e eu os agradeço.:
I'm glad to "hear-see" about the water, I hope it was salted.
é o tadeu? toc toc.
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