lastgreatpoolparty:“The sky was a bread roll, soaking in a [punch bowl].” A co
lastgreatpoolparty: “The sky was a bread roll, soaking in a [punch bowl].” A couple weeks ago I took a break from working on my thesis to visit finchdown up near the mouth of the Russian River. We had a stunning bit of weather, saw something I’d never seen before. Few things are magical. But that was really something. -- source link