daxle carved by time: by waves, by hippies, by lovers; place feet carefully in crevices- be a stranger 990511
Casey Sitting on the edge of where ground and air meet, she and I embrace. The red and golden sun sets on the horizon. The cold night air chills our skin, but the heat radiating from your lips will last forever. 011007
daxle as we got up to end that moment only my restlessness could end, you stumbled a little in the sand, and we laughed nervously 020829
birdmad i had never had so much fun simply falling down 020829
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