On the Isle of Avalon we dance for hours and hours. Riding our fully charged e-bikes up and down the flower scented hilltops. Your golden mane billowing in the breeze like pure Elysian wheat. We find a field and share a kiss, overlooking the pirate’s cave, a purse of velvet and gold doubloons. You are the treasure.
Isle of Avalon – Feeling The Changes
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