well-nigh time to post something new




Photos from Quisela on the Pacific Coast. Like the Mombacho trip reminded me of my heart's home on a mountain, this day trip reminded me of the other half of my home landscape- the ocean. I grew up wedged between both. Close to one or the other (preferably both) naturally makes me feel so at home. Saltwater on skin is so comforting, not in the introverted-retreat-type of comfort, but in the run-out-and-relish-the-moment-out-loud type.
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that is a rough scene you've found yourself in. rough.
(and while I'm sure it's not ALL sunshine, beaches and palm trees, I was referring to the pictures where it is not the generalities of life)
a witty remark with a disclaimer that long defeats itself.
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