mm, mmmm, mmmm, i could sit here all day, all day in bed, watching the tender skies unfold over myriad red roofs, body aloof, arms hanging barely touched by the afternoon breeze, legs hanging adjacently, swimming in the florentine air, smoke rising up in hypnotizing swirls, disappearing softly towards lands unknown. i could sit and wonder why i was so privileged, so downright lucky to have had this experience, to see italy. i haven't had the chance to develop any pictures yet, but once i do, you will understand the meaning of my every word written here. bosom of sweet spun
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And will we kindly acknowledge what has been placed in front of us? The endless bouts of water and snow, people-studded continents, the sun? For the more fortunate, all of these should already be a sight familiar...yet many more of the fortunate will drown in static contemplation of a book, if that...what a pity. I am here to indulge in all pleasures forgotten, to live the life a simple romanian folk would have never lived. I want to speak everything and anything, see even more, make myself heard, even through words, black letters on foreign flatscreens. This is the age that should begin, with me, or any place you know. Begin.
