BlogHide Resteemsresteemedbraveboat (61)in love • 7 years agoThe Taste of Rain: A MemoryThey had walked the circle for hours. The oval track of a street around the neighborhood. It was their usual thing. Walking away each summer evening. Brushing away mosquitoes. The scent of…mirandapatti (25)in photography • 7 years agoDriftwoodWhen exactly does wood become driftwood? Is it the moment that it lands upon a beach? Here sits a brand new piece of driftwood, not yet worn by the sand and the tide. A long journey awaits.mirandapatti (25)in photography • 7 years agoBrand New
