Where my parents live in NZ, there’s a park with a few trailer-boats lined up. When their owners go fishing, they just hook up the boat and head down the boat ramp. Mostly mid-90’s boats, a bit of fading paint. Yellow awning on one… And then there’s the boat plane. This is a small boat...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
