In the end this is where you can always find me. One with the red soil and emerald blue sea. Sending you fresh salt infused kisses. Always. The man washed over by the enchanting emerald blue sea…
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Stream of happymess
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame. Espresso. Writing. Photography. Rambling. Mostly fiction peppered with occasional bits of reality.
Stream of happymess 
Cheers, dear Danijel, and everything about this is gorgeous. x
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It’s most probably the one physical place where I feel at home. The sea breeze. Seagulls calling. Waves crashing on the beach. Scent of lavender hanging in the air… it’s poetry for the senses… ❤️
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Oh my god you are killing me… ♥️🙏🏻🌹
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Hah! In reality it’s much much better than my fairly pitiful description made it out to be. 😊 ❤️
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