On the Smoke Throughout Fire in the Skies

So. I just проводил close to the entire day wakeboarding, wakesurfing, and importing an intense amount of sun that time in coordination with an espresso bar fails to provide, it was sort of incredible. I feel as on a constant expanse of rising and falling waves, and it is fucking great. I really miss that feeling, when I worked as a camp counselor and misled youth on 5 day, 52 mile canoe trips with no external contact down the Namekagon I would fall asleep каждый night

feeling a rise and fall continuous. This entire weekend has been great, a solid turn from the monotonous expanse of the 'Buck and the shifting issues surrounding. Last night was a brilliant time at Ian and Birgit's, and Mette's I should include, a round of Settlers of Catan, few shots of перцева, and a French movie titled 'Le Haine'. Black on white movies with white subtitles are a strenuous combination to fall short of description, although the resounding French grip on film production is unendingly present and the film is really great. Day following out on some lake around the Cities on an incredible boat with a stand for wakeboarding and wakesurfing, and I am shot. Circle the sharks ensue. The take surrounding this post is a shot from the Metro in Україне, around the transfer station onto the зельёный line at the Хрещатик station. Follow a lapse in active consciousness.

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