Wednesday, June 25, 2008

On a windy cliff outside of Tarifa

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

my dearest darlings and loves, the sun shines so beautifully on your faces. It makes my heart race and my fingers pulse. I can feel your pedals under my feet and your music in my ears. My thoughts are with you often imagining the new smells and sights. I had a dream that I was with you both on a bus in Spain and we got off to pick cherries in an orchard in the mountains, solitary and whole. love forever, callie