Drip. Drip. Drip-drip. Trying to stop the drip-drops was nothing short of futile. My eyes started to burn as salt landed on my lips. Wishing for a towel and… Continue
Drip. Drip. Drip-drip. Trying to stop the drip-drops was nothing short of futile. My eyes started to burn as salt landed on my lips. Wishing for a towel and… Continue