Pixiv - Allows everything so long as it's drawn. Highly recommended if you're really into cub stuff.
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InkBunny - Cub only, no NSFW human art allowed, but you're free to link to it off site as a thumbnail. If there is something I've missed, please let me know! Sometimes, things in life disappear and cannot be retrieved.Exactly what the title says, I'm compiling a list of sites that allow loli, shota, and cub context. I have lost sight of the kite completely. I can no longer see the kite, but I am sure it is still there. I am struggling to keep my eyes on the kite against the fading light. I keep my eyes on the kite as it passes the island. The weight of the kite is keeping it up in the air, supported by the water underneath it. The boy accidentally lets go of the kite string, and it falls in the water. The wind picked up, and a boy is flying a kite. I walk down to the first bit of uncovered beach. However, my uncle Bert orders another beer. I ask them if they want to go for a walk on the beach. The tide is starting to recede so I finish my beer. I wanted to speak but decided not to, as it seems irrelevant now. My dad is having difficulty lighting his cigarette due to the strong wind. My father is wearing a thick, white sweater. I buy myself a beer and join them at their table. He is telling a story about catching pike fish in a bucket. My uncle is beginning to tell one of his stories. Tobacco bits are accidentally falling into his beer. My uncle Bert is cleaning his smoking pipe. The wind is blowing uncle Bert's hair around. I notice people sitting outside the Prince William pub.Īs I approach, I see my uncle Bert and my father. The weather is cool and windy but not rainy. The waves are breaking on the rocks, so there is no beach. The sea is rough and there is no beach anymore. There are a few shops attempting to attract customers. I notice trout struggling against the current. I am walking along the stream towards the sea. In August 1977, we were sitting in the car with steamy windows.ĭad started the car engine and the news about Elvis came over the radio.
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This top car park is where we heard about the death of Elvis.Īugust 77 we sat in the car steaming the windows It's the one where we heard Elvis had died I will go to the Trebarwith strand in Cornwall. I am planning on going to Cornwall for a trip. The song's ultimate message seems to be that some things in life are ephemeral, just like a kite on a beach in Cornwall. He watches the kite move farther away until it disappears against the fading light. The final verse is an introspective one, as the poet reflects on the sight of a boy flying a kite, which ultimately drags into the sea. As the tide starts to recede, he asks them if they want to join him for a walk on the beach, but Uncle Bert orders another pint, and the conversation moves on to collecting mussels and a possible run to Widemouth Bay. They sit there, enjoying each other's company, and the poet contemplates the fleeting nature of life. The poet joins them with a pint of beer and remarks how his father struggles to light his cigarette against the wind. Uncle Bert is cleaning his pipe, and they are discussing catching pike in a bucket. The narrator then transitions to a typical English pub on the hill, where Uncle Bert and his father are sitting. The beach, now devoid of sand due to the tide, surges with waves crashing against the rocks. He then goes on to describe walking down to the sea and marveling at the trout fighting the current. The narrator reflects on the day when they heard about Elvis' death and how they sat in the car, steaming the windows so they could hear the news over the radio. The song opens with the narrator announcing his plans to revisit Trebarwith Strand, a beach in Cornwall where he and his father shared a poignant moment. The lyrics to D-Moe's song "Take A Trip" are a nostalgic and reflective ode to a past trip to Cornwall with the narrator's father and uncle. I lose sight of it, I know it's still there My eyes straining against the fading light The weight on the water hold the kite in the air He lets go of the string it drags in the surf The wind has got up, a boy is flying a kite
I get down to the first bit of exposed beach I ask them if they won't to walk on the beach The tide starts to edge out I finish my pint I go to say something but I guess it doesn't matter now He struggles to light a cigarette against the wind Something about catching pike in a bucket I can see people sat outside the Prince WilliamĪs I get closer I can see uncle Bert and Dad Is crashing on the rocks there's no beach Dad turned the engine on and it came over the radio
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