"I wish we could spend July be the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses... We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves." -Zelda Fitzgerald
Monday, July 25, 2011
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You need to come by and link up to our new weekly event. I'm hosting Traveling Tuesday... it is a blog hop, so everyone can travel with us.
I could use a little sand in my toes :-)
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