måndag 3 december 2012

Stories 1

I took the backseat, my wife and daughter in front. They where chatting along, I slowly doozed of. Then came that curve.

There must be more. More than the darkness, these walls. But this I never expected.
I'm not a sailor, I know. I prefer cars or balloons. But he made it hard to resist.

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