I’m not sure how i did that; I wrote about Fidel Castro five minutes ago and I am pretty sure that it is Friday, yet the blog entry clearly says Thursday; which is weird as I wrote it originally on Thursday, saved it for later posting, forgot, slept, woke up, went for a walk through the sweetly smelling meadows and damp woods, looked for it, couldn’t find it and rewrote it.
Thursday usually isn’t so dramatic. The local village which surprisingly sells the best mangos in Europe and which I have just discovered has a Wikipedia entry has a population of about 250 people yet you can guarantee that on a Thursday almost all of them will be eating pizza.
Because of this man.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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