I think there was sea water up our nostrils.
With a splash, by me.
Kae was marinating Vonn.
Unnoticed, Vonn caught me marching to Nique.
I do. (:
On the tram which Nique kept pronouncing as "ram".
The girl is pouting.
Her new-found genre of photography.
My favourite piece of the latter.
I love you Baye.