I think I’ve found paradise, or at least my version of it. It’s an island big enough to explore, small enough to one day truly know. It has its own drying bean, heady local wine and a town called “Good bread”, where they sell just that. The whole island may one day blow...
Alys Fowler: myrtle
Saturday 22 November 2014
Alys Fowler: myrtle
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