baby I swear it's deja vu,

kind of

 

 

 

fancy feeling the cool, soft sand weave through my toes as it did so as the sun went down (after it had come out so perfectly timed as though to say goodbye). another trip to the bracelet stand also would not be denied if offered - couldn't stop returning to purchase such the perfect souvenirs from the cobbled-pavement town. and nor would a vinegared (I'm sure of it) salad from the classy clubhouse go a miss.

Please, accept me as a permanent guest?