diary
A whirlwind month... Crete and the thrill of a new love affair, a cold, fleeting return to Italy, then the volcanic La Palma and the thrill of passing near the newest land...
Cold. This is what I remember most. And the evenings closing in. A month spent tying up loose ends, dreaming, planning, packing... destinations Crete, La Palma. Somewhere...
New commitments, new hopes, the hesitant start of a new adventure that would make sense of what I've become. One step at a time. The important thing is not to lose the rhythm....
Summer trickles slowly away and a certain peace seeps back to my world with an audible sigh of relief. The old empties, the new gradually fills, but the memories itch and scratch,...
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