Now, with the remains of a Finnish forest still lying in the garden (it evidently wasn't self-assembly) the Gorse Fox senses sawdust in the air. He loves the smell of
[File under: Diary]
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Sawdust, again
A stunning morning. Blue skies from edge to edge, bright sunshine, cheerful birdsong and the gentle lapping of the waves upon the beach. The Gorse Fox again finds himself thankful for this pleasant haven.
Now, with the remains of a Finnish forest still lying in the garden (it evidently wasn't self-assembly) the Gorse Fox senses sawdust in the air. He loves the smell ofnapalm sawdust in the morning.
[File under: Diary]
Now, with the remains of a Finnish forest still lying in the garden (it evidently wasn't self-assembly) the Gorse Fox senses sawdust in the air. He loves the smell of
[File under: Diary]
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment