all to ourselves, the end, and souvenir
Thursday again, eh? I’m not quite sure how that keeps happening, but I can hear echoes of Zero Mostel going through my head. Here are three beautiful things from my last week: 1. When we arrived at the beach late Sunday afternoon, it was practically deserted, leaving it empty for Rudi and me to splash … Continue reading all to ourselves, the end, and souvenir
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