I remember a lot of travel, travel in buses that broke down, travel in a taxi that was now someone's car, travel in an old Ural with accompanying side - cart — that me and my brother would fight over, across terrain so green everything we ate tasted of grass.» (killscreen.com)
Haha I'm starting to love the taste of grass! (glossyblonde.com)
I guess we both love the taste of grass:) I'm also in love with Summer and sunshine! (glossyblonde.com)