Hrubieszowianka

By hrubieszowianka

Night walking

We wouldn’t dare night swimming. Sharks feed at dusk. Or so they say.

Laura and her mate Mark run all the way from one end of the Horseshoe Bay to the other and back. Flapping wings and checking if they are still winning the race. The age difference of a half of a century doesn’t seem to bother either.

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