The Ice's End



'A brilliant sun constantly surrounds, but not a drop of melted snow will be found. -My dreams now consist of the crashing of waves, in strange exotic bays.
-Not far away, lay our port along the way; where ice meets land, and the rest of the journey, keeps on in the sand.'


yo big news man!
Im moving back to new england in march!
woot
Right on Pete, I'll probably see you there soon!