I was sorry to have to leave footprints in his perfect sand as I walked by.
Tomorrow I set off for Slovenia. First stop Graz: twelve train hours away.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Footprints in the sand
Yesterday was wet wet wet. Today the sun shines between showers and this gentleman was carfefully brushing away every last pine needle.
I was sorry to have to leave footprints in his perfect sand as I walked by.
Tomorrow I set off for Slovenia. First stop Graz: twelve train hours away.
I was sorry to have to leave footprints in his perfect sand as I walked by.Tomorrow I set off for Slovenia. First stop Graz: twelve train hours away.
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