I'm standing on a beach, near a light house. The air is refreshing, but not chilly. The breeze carries the unique smell of the sea, salt and seaweed, freedom and complexity. Grains of salty sand fly here and there, whipping my face softly, making me feel like I'm born sixty times a minute. The sea tenderly licks the rocks, leaving it's weedy saliva
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Hope you don't mind me adding you on here. If so, feel free to give me the "e-finger" and tell me to piss off. This is just your friendly neighborhood endlessjoe from Youtubeland.
*salute*
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No problem, I'm adding you too.
*salute back (in a uncoordinated way)*
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