Nor is this the month of inspiration, that the days I fly away so that not even I realize and I fall asleep and wake up in a flash. It 's still gripped with anxiety of the post at a time of instant coffee and staring at the window, the sky gray terrible first and then to Geneva to the bright blue autumn sunset. The cases often wink from 'top of the cabinet and still bear labels most recently stored data flying exotic. Go or stay? But where to go next? And if the Geneva city long desired? The place was clean and fresh that I aspire to and only imagined whereas under the African sun, the sticky heat of Bangalore, the cold wind from the lake in Chicago these days, a year ago? Yet the Sinai .. the low sky and the mountains of rock with his round and angular on the Red Sea off the coast of Saudi Arabia. And you stop and think that maybe, yes maybe .. Or maybe not. Do you think so, but not yet felt the frustration of friends all transitory, and having to explain continuous, and the distance .. Perhaps you forget that you thought while walking alone on the beach one evening, back burning - his head turns, it was time to go home, have a house?
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