There’s no Place Like Home
Picking the sharp slivers of palm fronds from her hair, the Moonerazzi stands up to be greeted by a strange psychedelic world. The beach shack that had seemed so sturdy just a few minutes ago has mysteriously smashed to pieces around her and, sticking out of the bamboo debris are a pair of scruffy [.
FC Camena @ Apr 29, 2010 8:41 AM EDT | Blog Profile