This is where we used to go and hang out in Santa Cruz and camp when the cops wouldn't kick us off the beach. Slippery and dangerous and VERY loud but incredibly wild and beautiful. Click the two links below!
The "toilet bowl" Beautiful
Online Diary of my adventures.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
I know..
Her mere proximity gives me the most peculiar sensation, like the kind of heat sent out when a log shatters to ash in a fire. I knew without turning around; she was there. Fallen by Lauren Kate
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