August 5, 2014.
Gravel crackles under my feet. Choir of grasshoppers on warm summer eve. Scent of summer rich and sweet. Sun is turning towards next adventure. Summer at its best is blooming in splendor.
August 5, 2014.
Gravel crackles under my feet. Choir of grasshoppers on warm summer eve. Scent of summer rich and sweet. Sun is turning towards next adventure. Summer at its best is blooming in splendor.
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