The lonely kayak - Black and White Photo Challenge Monomad
She leaves a wharf boat, wears her a white wool there is no place for me, alas ... Let's go, let's swing, Other crazy heads. Boats, in which we are not day and night, will forever wander. Why am I living outside? I always ask myself. Fast towards the quay in the southern and gentle country, a boat with blue sails. How am I going to live? How can I forget now that from the shore from me to her is a sea of sadness?
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