Somehow I've come to associate La Toja with a light summer breeze by the sea.
Anyway, today I had one of those those perfect shaves that makes you wanna start a thread in awe of the equipment used. So I went on here and found this thread again while searching for a suitable appreciation thread and I think I have read it all before but today the true meaning of this sad thread really strikes at the heart of my human condition and I feel like crying in a stream of consciousness kind of way, you know like James Joyce would. What an anticlimactic end to my summer day
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