660.
Blue October rains,
How can anything be the same
Now I have a name.
661.
My ears are yearning;
All these years were slow-burning
In nautilus souls.
662.
Long maritime love;
I’ve been at sea for so long.
Rock salt, scented words.
660.
Blue October rains,
How can anything be the same
Now I have a name.
661.
My ears are yearning;
All these years were slow-burning
In nautilus souls.
662.
Long maritime love;
I’ve been at sea for so long.
Rock salt, scented words.
Oooh, triple hearts for these three! ❤ ❤ ❤
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❤️❤️❤️
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They are wonderful Nick. I am watching you inch your way closer and closer to your 700th. Shall we have a party when you post it? It’s an amazing feat for sure.
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Thank you 😊 – and a party sounds like a great idea 🎉. I don’t know what I’ll do after the 700th on a blog called Seven Hundred Jisei. Perhaps just write some more…
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Haha, I did wonder about that when you were in your 500s 😆🤔 Yeah… I vote just keep going if it brings you joy 😊
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660 resonates with me so deeply…
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