com truise – sundriped

I want to ride that jet back to 1978 and spend the summer riding waves. In a little hut eating rice and beans and riding scooters on over populated streets. Walking around barefoot on the beach and in town not doing much but listening to the waves pound. Leave all the communication and technology and advertising and consumerism to consume itself while I sit in the soaked sun absorbing my inner wealth.



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