curious.
to then say that things do not know.
today, after the suitcase, I went to the beach to give me the last bath, off the coast of Portugal.
when I get home I've been in the shower, and a strange signal, when I'm done showering, the slave who led his ankle early in the summer, had broken.
not been opened, it has been broken, and has not slipped through the hole in the shower, but slowly, has slipped to the floor with the towel.
:)
was over the summer.
pick up everything I pack.
one morning to go out to madrid.
get to Chamartin at 9.30.
we read there.
(Shak kisses, beautiful picture; -* :-)
good trip myself.
:))
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