The amused musings of a wandering student (when on the move), and a journal of curios and odd thoughts in the absence of travel.
A wail of agony at the stalk of coral piercing my foot had just escaped my lips when Neptune put my through the shorebreak washing machine. By the time the waves were done with me, I felt like my nose and been pounded into my navel.
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