Friday, May 19, 2006

Fire Island Loving

Summer is coming and this time of year I always think of
Fire Island,one of the most poetic places ever:
Passing by a weird triangle house, getting lost in the dunes,ending up at the Meatrack where you can almost see the ghosts of orgies past, listening to a distact disco party mixed in with seagulls, gayboy-talk and the surf.

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