676.

Eventually
I will end up back under
that low hemisphere.

675.

There is a lovely
collision in the air of
sun and hope, married.

674.

Les partis français
sont calmes meilleurs vous les
bâtards suffisants.

673.

A sense of hope and
nostalgia, anchoring me
down to this moment.

672.

Every time I see
a skyline recede in the
distance, I feel home.

671.

The clouds move in slow
motion, a calm of senses
caught up in its dream.

670.

A twisted homage
to pirates and bounties, found
in water's embrace.