Plastic Beach
Adicionar um enredo no seu idiomaAs the setting sun touches the horizon, the waves ebb and flow without a memory. Where the land meets the sea, humans have discarded beauty for convenience.As the setting sun touches the horizon, the waves ebb and flow without a memory. Where the land meets the sea, humans have discarded beauty for convenience.As the setting sun touches the horizon, the waves ebb and flow without a memory. Where the land meets the sea, humans have discarded beauty for convenience.
