today's prose:
Lots of guitar practice and water drinking, walking river dog, and gardening ... leads me to daydream along the paths of home. Soon I'll be riding alongside monkey in France and Italy, Spain, Morocco, Senegal and Mali. Can I smell the spice route? Oh yes, and I can remember waking this morning next to monkey and thinking about the time soon when we'll share a tent. I imagine orange flags in the breezes of the lakes of northern italy, bikes leaned up against an olive tree, a plunge in fresh waters, bread and cheese for lunch. The language of Italy around, people laughing, languid feelings, holidays to share.
Monkey sexy monkey we are going to enjoy our routes! The tickets have been bought, the hotel's booked. This is our first dreaming.
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