Monday, July 18, 2011

Where there is pink smoke there is fire

I want to go to Iceland..... and play in the lagoon mug.
I want to stay in a house with a red roof....... in the middle of nowhere.
I want to eat fresh fish...... and hear the tink tink of the metal grommets on boat masts.
I want to see pink smoke.... and find out why.

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