Blunders, no, only friendship binds us to honesty - attracting crypts of mushrooms in the wake of our snowboards.

The joys of friendship inert the heart and fizzy home bouncing jubilantly with laughter-buttered love.

The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond; reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.

Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.

Companions are we, enlivened by a mighty gallop quickly sliding a harsh straw basket of sea foam gathered astride the tide.