Friday, 20 September 2013

Dr. Spruce

Buckle up against the high flying altitude swim because the next adventure will shortly begin. If haven't you heard, I'm off like a bird, whiling away this fine fall. A burst of your camp is one we don't stamp, fiddling with porcelain buttons. Hop in a plane, then speed on a train, to welcoming spirits, and I'm off again.


Travel like a dog on a steak. 

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