Love is a beneficent form of laziness, like the soft rain that fertilizes the ground on which it falls. Raymond Radiguet, The Devil in the Flesh You wake up as the alcohol wears off around 3am. A child dragged through nettles. Weak-kneed dreams and you’re waiting for me in a hotel I never return to.Continue reading “Flotsam collected from 29 trips to the shore – Part 1”
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