Love Language 3·04·10

Sometimes a smile is born and creeps across your face as you walk up to a familiar little cove and see that you are alone…the smile grows up and explodes into a million little smiles, and stoke is born.


  1. yes please!
    fill up the love tank!

    Comment by korkor — March 4, 2010 @ 12:56 pm

  2. Fill it up!

    Comment by Surfbird — March 4, 2010 @ 3:31 pm

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  • korkor says:

    yes please!
    fill up the love tank!

  • Surfbird says:

    Fill it up!