“Everything is ALWAYS dreamy and written in the sand”
“Everything is ALWAYS dreamy and written in the sand”
voyage
The year was 1953 and a new tribe of radical brave thinkers were emerging from the dusty ruins of a world that had been in too many battles. Finding himself on board a sailing boat owned by his dearest friend Name and Captained by Name he sailed around those a very same shores eventually guided inland by the Bohemian lights of revelry and the ever evolving pursuit of a life less ordinary.