Four dark-skinned people working on a project
There are four people.
No one is working on a project.
Two animals are running across the water towards the beach.
The big woman in a black and white shirt, hurled her little daughter with bangs into the air, joyfully yelling WEE each time she let her go.
It possibly could it have been any postmark at all.
The Indalo is always painted on the ceiling of the building, never the doors.
Lukacs definitely would go that far.
People were outdoors