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If you are drunk when you write, should you be drunk when you re-read and then rewrite?
Or will everything just seem good, no matter?
There’s a place in Spain, bathed in sunlight and textured with sand……
October…
I can feel it.
The sea is gently rolling onto the shore.
The sky is blue, of course and there’s a railway that runs along the coast –someone wrote that you can feel that an octopus will land on your lap; you are that close.
Concrete – you hate this stuff – there is a lot of it there, but it doesn’t matter.
There’s warmth – from the sun, the smiles of the folk you meet and even the policeman that helps you start your car when the battery is flat.
There’s a young woman; she works in the guest-house and owns a tortoise.
The tortoise has no name.
I started this with a question, here’s another – what would you call the tortoise?
Gonzalez seems like a good choice.
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