no return from murano
no return from murano getting off the boat on the wrong side of venice gave my new wife and me time to explore the alley-side of it all walking through…
no return from murano getting off the boat on the wrong side of venice gave my new wife and me time to explore the alley-side of it all walking through…
she was the dream i kept building turning towards the dawning waves of daylight as if i'd never known love the dream i was leaning into along the rocky shores…
sheer pleasure prancing like gazelles 20-year-old yoginis leave little to our imagination more for our proclivity than theirs proud and glistening from downward dogs and shivasanas my lunch is less…