So yeah. To sum things up. They can't be summed up. All my clothes smell
like smoked stuff (which is not good). That's definitely one of the
highlights. We hopefully made the world a better place. For the bufo calamita at least. They're so cute when they are small. I had never burned so
many junipers before. I had never burned a single juniper. Full stop.
Slight Scottish accents should be obviously irrevocably completely
illegal. At least around me. Juniper fire is unbearably hot. And makes
some amazing smoke. Especially when you add a healthy amount of wet
reeds. Tonight is the night of simple sentences. M for morons. Black Stories aka Let's Keep the Driver Frustrated.
Kuskil Muhumaa ja Saaremaa vahel. Pärast x tunnist sõitu ja mitut kohvipeatust.
Pisikesed nunnud kõred ämbris teel oma uude elukohta.
Esimese õhtu romantika.
Keegi unustas trimmerisse bensiini osta... Ehk siis käiku läheb vana hea vikat.
Trimmerdamas tuld
ja pilliroogu.
ja pilliroogu.
Väike stiilinäide roo kandmisel
ja kadakate lennutamisel.
Pisut suitsu.
ja kadakate lennutamisel.
Pisut suitsu.
Metsa tassitud laager kogu hiilguses.
Lõpuks väike lutsuviskamine ja ujumine.
Ja mitte enam väga viltune Harilaiu majakas.
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