When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.~ Robert Louis Stevenson "At the Sea-Side"
"Tales and poems from a one-day-beach sand sculptor, with photographs" Dj Ktadhn Vesuvino steps out of his most common role role of spinning great music, and instead spins words and images from his sea shore experiences. Presented live on stream.
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