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I used to have dreams about running. When I was still a child and before it became a thing that I did. Lucid dreams. Not that I knew that was the name for them, back then. They came from the same place as the flying ones (something that hasn’t transpired in my real life – yet. Sadly.)
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There’s something about running in the rain. You think it’s the last thing on earth you want to do. And then you get out there and it’s brilliant… especially in spring. Read more
(Written, Wednesday 6 September 2017)
The sun is beating down on me. Ryan is snorkeling (3rd mask lucky). I’m feeling pretty happy on my lumi-lilo, compared to all the other less smug humans scattered on this proverbially uncomfortable stoney beach opposite Isola Bella. Every so often a a gentle breeze strokes over me, bringing with it a wash of triumphantly Italian horn music.
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