her Wicked Weasel swimsuit thrown careless across her board as if on afterthought though more a testament to last year's victory bourne in the back of a Chaos bathroom the surf has long receded now again in the arms of an Austin trend flying by like those tiny cowboy hats everyone was sporting back then she wore one too a pink one and pleather pants i stuck my camera in for safe keeping laughing later as she click click clicked away her boyfriend caught up in competition it is now as i lie here her face relaxed in sweet exhalation that i wonder at the winds and the waves that have brought us together now here pondering fate and the finality of leaving againBirth sign: Libra
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