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. 
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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