That we might be able to love. What our understanding has seen. And what our memory has held. Here we are at the end of our journey together. It has taken seven years to reach this place,. Navigating the unexpected twists and turns. I could not have described the road. Or imagined the ending when I began. I thought we would part at a crossroads. But I find myself at a cottage door. There will be other journeys in the future.

Ideas, imagination and expanding the boundaries. Sunday, 29 April 2012. Coffee and Flowers, what more could you want? Photo by Antonio Redaelli. You might be tricked into thinking of being in the middle of the countryside. Actually, you are in the centre of Milan, one of the busiest and most polluted cities in Italy. And the place is called Fioraio Bianchi Caff è.

I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream. The Everyday Enchantment of Music. You have to let things. This room is small,. The big marsh reeds,. Crowding out the slough,. You have to let things. Who knows which of us. Deserves the world more? It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. A wound to tend with lotion and cloth.

The Sight of Stars Makes Me Dream. Wishing and dreaming on stars is a ritual I am happy to share with Vinny and all the dreamers of the world. This blog is about my dreams, my life, likes, loves and adventures. Saturday, February 05, 2011. Stories from the Back Seat. Rinolines and my dress twirled up around my waist, and my white panties were in plain view when he took the picture.

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