7-1-8 near nandi fiji torrential rain, warm humid summer in the south pacific. days hve passed i've been dark places, lost, lonely the sometimes curse of the intrepid traveller. doubt, indecision, the existential dilemma looming not lurking, chant your mantra, hold on thru that difficult night. then the dawn, a new beginning i met michael who tlaked in a talahassie drawl of all the truths like a monologue of life. while he steadily consumed beer and occasionally wine. but i'd just finished malouf's 'johnno' a lyrical phraseology and before that 'my life as a fake' by carey. what genius. and
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