was plodding through salt polythene bags sea shells urchins and the rich russian chick's rottweiler's poo. it was a lovely day to stare at the sand.
the sand has stories. shoe sizes and smoked ciggies. and the occasional sleeping dog to stumble over.
i am dundee.
itch in my shoe. it's that time of the year again. and there are so many many chains. woe.
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break that rusty cage and run...............................................
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