I woke up on the deck. The sea’s rough and the yacht is pitching over and through the waves, which I love, and the night sky is clear. The moon is magical.
I dreamed about a girl in a cave, somewhere near Patagonia.
I woke up on the deck. The sea’s rough and the yacht is pitching over and through the waves, which I love, and the night sky is clear. The moon is magical.
I dreamed about a girl in a cave, somewhere near Patagonia.