Heaven, is like lounging on a soft towel, listening to the waves as it empties on the beach, inundated by a sea of rock starts like surfers, immersing yourself on the art brazing the wall and letting go, losing your spirit in the breeze that was one cold Sunday afternoon. And just how the script read.
Life In A Nutshell
“Nobody exists for a reason. No one belongs to a particular place. We all are going to die anyway. So, come in. Have a beer.”
I will say, is it happy hour yet? There was only one thing wrong with this but it is so minimal, it becomes irrelevant. Words to live by. Life!
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