That night Kristen sang in an empty water tower on top of a stone building in Neck Island. To enter the tower, Julia and Gaia climbed a steep stair leading to a porthole in the wooden floor of the tower itself. The girls ate and danced and laughed and sang and danced again and fell asleep like stones back home, in the wee hours.


About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae

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