On Saturday I went for a walk on Newy break wall. The westerly wind was hammering through the harbour, and the sun was setting. I was looking at the ocean, trying to see if it was clear enough for a dive the next morning. It looked too dark. Maybe during the week… I walked past...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.