The morning after.
August 14th 2008 Utila, 09 marzo 1990 early morning.
I'm sitting on the beach, the first rays of an early sun on my back. Nora is sitting next to me, a blue sarong with happy dolfins on it her only garment.
I know she wears no underwear since I saw her wrapping it around her slender well-built body when she came after me after we danced like crazy mad men around our campfire most of the night screaming our heads
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