|Dark drama at dawn as Phoebus warns of his impending absence|
Now, I teased you with a sex toy in literature special. It's coming but the research is taking a little longer than I imagined. I want to get it right. In the meantime I decided to use the last week end of summer to bask in the glory of the English sea-side.
|Wedding photos on the sand. Just get me those shoes (and the figure)|
The day knew it was the last in the way that both you and I know we are the last that will be of the us-ness of us.
Sea birds balanced on the wind.
People married on the sand.
Guys in suits swigged beer from cans.
Christian surfers surfed, not sinned.
|Onward Christian surfers|
|Hey - relax|
Emma thinx: Britannia Waives the Rules.