The waves crash again, rising with each new gust of wind. Only three figures stand on the beach, two adults and one child. They stop their fun and look to the left, several others headed their way...
I stir, not wanting to now what's going to happen, and bury my face in Niall's chest.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. — William S. Burroughs
