Near the windmills, a picturesue pit stop for chai, ofcourse.
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
2 comments:
chai pit stops sooo rroocckk!
good to see babushkas still there...
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