03:52 minutes of memories



Thank you France; for your everyday baguette with avo and tomatoes. For your delicious red figs, picked straight from the tree. For the weather and the waves. For hippie days without showering, walking around with salty skin and dirty feet. For the morning müslis and yoga on the beach. Thank you for the occasionally freezing nights in the tent. For the fireworks and the wine. For the sand between the toes. Thank you for the shooting stars, douce France.
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18 November, 2014