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A metrical composition in a language deprived wrld
Last night, I traveled to Burmese. A Buddhist monk I met there told me that every new person I meet is no stranger at all – every new meeting is a result of our souls having met 100 times before. And then I woke up. I don’t get to travel as much as I’d like, but I dabble in the art of pleasure-making wherever I am. I’m more inclined to the fun, the fabulous, the decadent – is there anything more sensuous than sipping champagne mid-day? Playing hooky to peruse the Surrealists at a local gallery? Bantering over a platter of fresh seafood at a restaurant by the seaside? I say not. If you agree, let me know and we’ll arrange our (one hundred and) first date.
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A metrical composition in a language deprived wrld
Last night, I traveled to Burmese. A Buddhist monk I met there told me that every new person I meet is no stranger at all – every new meeting is a result of our souls having met 100 times before. And then I woke up. I don’t get to travel as much as I’d like, but I dabble in the art of pleasure-making wherever I am. I’m more inclined to the fun, the fabulous, the decadent – is there anything more sensuous than sipping champagne mid-day? Playing hooky to peruse the Surrealists at a local gallery? Bantering over a platter of fresh seafood at a restaurant by the seaside? I say not. If you agree, let me know and we’ll arrange our (one hundred and) first date.
