animator and person
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Grand Isle it is.
Empty roads on the island, where asphalt greets grass, trees, lake, clouds, and sky.
Champlain is big enough to feel like a small ocean. It is half of what you're aware of all the time. The other half is the strip of land you're on.
Boys will be...dicks. Sometimes. Ah, testosterone.
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