Posted by Loulou on Feb 1, 2022 | 16 comments

  I took a snooze while THEY went to breathe the salt air… Below, the sand writing in the sane: “This is a beach, not an ashtray” with a sculpture of an shtray. Well, every now and then we go down to the beach for fresh air (well, THEY go, I wander around my garden and help fertilize), and about once a year there appears a cigar box...