Stumbled upon a hidden lagoon tucked away near the beach which I had never cracked eyes on before.
Just a ruffling of breeze to perturb the sussurating surface
Brother Lewis speaks the truth, Amen
He flew back to his spiritual spawning ground in the autumn of his years, after a lifetime of sterile intellectual skepticism.
I just re-read the Magician's Nephew so I might knock of the rest of the series again.
I like when the wind sketches snaking patterns on high tide
The best strategy to avoid beach bicyle thievery is to have the shittest bike in the rack (by several thousand dollars).