
Barcelona in mid July. Wobbly cobblestone; cresting offal whispers; passing each doorway different senses of cardomin, cinnamon and crushed cherry laced on my wet tongue evaporates eucharist like.
Barcelona in mid July. Wobbly cobblestone; cresting offal whispers; passing each doorway different senses of cardomin, cinnamon and crushed cherry laced on my wet tongue evaporates eucharist like.
Oct 24th, 2016