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Old sea is perfect for these days.
And the indigo vat has no problem with the heat.
I found a shell yesterday. I looked a it and saw basket again. I'll work with that idea. Shell basket. The feel of that.
A few days away until the humidity lifts. After a while I lose it. I am a basket case.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung