Optimist park broad ripple

Optimist park broad ripple

We have found a new home! We had had days optimist park broad ripple sun and weeks of sun.

Language emerged from whale trump and bird cry. Shore was a frontier between then and after. His wife soon put his headpiece on again. He looked like someone chewing butterscotch.

Penelope shone there on his return. Gulls fish at the limit of naked eyesight. Green End, dipping over a field of still green corn. Making his way in the world. Three pillars remain And a great emotion. My dried skin cap, For luck, on another ocean?