Won’t you risk your life, won’t you take your chance
Would you turn a blind eye, if death came to take you by the hand?
Fix your gaze straight ahead
Stop only for poems in the sand
Do you want to come on a holiday? Under a willow tree we’ll stay
Walk on the beach at night, live in the ocean by day
Then all our waisted years
May have a chance to flower again
Mike McCarthy
I'm working nightshift right now, so Mike and I only get to see each other in passing. A few days ago I came back to our room to find this slideshow he put together. A sweet surprise. And just as sweet, two tickets to Noosa departing the 25th of April!
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