in the sun i have lemon hair, whilst the sea has perfume breath.
the only way, i have decided, to deal with a morning hung over is to lay beneath a slice of paradise. i ate blueberries next to giant grassy figures all afternoon, until my hands looked like they were dyed by ink. i am really rather happy, though jose agualusa says "happiness is never grand", so maybe i am just better than before. the mood i brought with me when i arrived in miami is beginning to slip away and be replaced by something fresher. i like myself better this way.
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