The sound
of the seaside waves crashing onto the beach, with birds
chirping and fluttering about overhead, had oftentimes in
the past lulled me into a peaceful, tranquil reverie that I
did not want to escape
. "I
remember when I was little - maybe five, six years old - my
mom and dad would take me and all three of my sisters to the
big park near Harrison, Miami Whitewater Forest, nearly every
week in the summertime to hang out and pick blackberries.
Scenes. "Fuck yeah. " She started licking up the length of it
The sound
of the seaside waves crashing onto the beach, with birds
chirping and fluttering about overhead, had oftentimes in
the past lulled me into a peaceful, tranquil reverie that I
did not want to escape
. "I
remember when I was little - maybe five, six years old - my
mom and dad would take me and all three of my sisters to the
big park near Harrison, Miami Whitewater Forest, nearly every
week in the summertime to hang out and pick blackberries.
Scenes. "Fuck yeah. " She started licking up the length of it
The sound
of the seaside waves crashing onto the beach, with birds
chirping and fluttering about overhead, had oftentimes in
the past lulled me into a peaceful, tranquil reverie that I
did not want to escape
. "I
remember when I was little - maybe five, six years old - my
mom and dad would take me and all three of my sisters to the
big park near Harrison, Miami Whitewater Forest, nearly every
week in the summertime to hang out and pick blackberries.
Scenes. "Fuck yeah. " She started licking up the length of it
