01.August.26

Florence followed the canal, stopping every few to either foot a hispid seed pod into the drink or crush it under a passioned stomp, with the densely doed ones and their uncrushable innards destined for bobbing as buoys whilst the spare-haired [covering orbs plumply aired] popped pleasances into her ear, tunneling titillating tones to top’s traipsing temperament. ; )