LOTUS EATERS - It hurts
Summer 1985
Lazily sprawled on the beach, I listen to the distant echo of the music coming from the jukebox at the lido and entertain myself by identifying the tracks by the bass line.
Fourteen years old, the bus ticket in my pocket, a bit of change, and New Wave reaching me at the beach, its golden age, my perfect time.
Summer 1985
Lazily sprawled on the beach, I listen to the distant echo of the music coming from the jukebox at the lido and entertain myself by identifying the tracks by the bass line.
Fourteen years old, the bus ticket in my pocket, a bit of change, and New Wave reaching me at the beach, its golden age, my perfect time.
JonatanCoe
26 apr 17
DeRank ™: 4,54
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