Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. ’ ‘I have no game. The hurricane had now reached its climax. Meantime the spinsters sought the dining room where tea was being served. After all, they’re history in the making. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. There is something inconglomerate about us. When other kids got sick at school, they always had Moms who would rescue them within minutes. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExNi44Ni42MCAtIDIzLTA5LTIwMjQgMTc6Mjc6MTcgLSAyNTQ5NjU5NjQ=
This video was uploaded to usavacationcenters.com on 20-09-2024 15:31:56
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12