Fongchuisha 风吹砂
In winter, wind blows sand from the coastline to the cliffs and form unique landscapes. Too bad and good that I wasn't there during winter. I wouldn't want to see so much sand flying around me. I wouldn't enjoy that.
In summer, rain washes the sand into the waters. And so I came in the summer, with nothing much to see.
I think I prefer green to brown.
Probably that's why I've never intended to visit any deserts.
The sun was not gonna let you off.
And thanks to the medication I was feeling better and all ready for jump shots.
One more.
Of love and clean armpits.
Sengek.
Twiggy you call this love???
Ping Tung Bus.
How I wish I'll get to live somewhere that I can wake up and see vast plains.
(and then everything else will be inconvenient already.)
In winter, wind blows sand from the coastline to the cliffs and form unique landscapes. Too bad and good that I wasn't there during winter. I wouldn't want to see so much sand flying around me. I wouldn't enjoy that.
In summer, rain washes the sand into the waters. And so I came in the summer, with nothing much to see.
I think I prefer green to brown.
Probably that's why I've never intended to visit any deserts.
The sun was not gonna let you off.
And thanks to the medication I was feeling better and all ready for jump shots.
One more.
Of love and clean armpits.
Sengek.
Twiggy you call this love???
Ping Tung Bus.
How I wish I'll get to live somewhere that I can wake up and see vast plains.
(and then everything else will be inconvenient already.)
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