"I am large. I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Gazing at the Mirror

My, my, my. My face isn't sun kissed. It's not sun drenched. It's more like sun slapped.

Having sunburn brought back memories of Greece with Ros and with it, the floodgates of gratitude were opened. I can't imagine how Ros put up with me on that trip. So thanks for not pushing me off the cliff of the Parthenon, sweetie. Just thought I'd say.

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