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FLOOR FENCE
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After a few hours of driving in the dark, I drove out to the cypress parking lot, as tired as I should be, and dropped dead. When I woke up, Tuscany in the sun was just starting to enchant me like crazy. Probably like no other region I have traveled through so far.
GIRLHEY
Florence turned out to be the first oasis in this MANy/dimensional desert metaphor. Relatively quickly, I found an attractive, free place to park among the campers, next to a music club by the river. One driver was typing something, two French guys were chilling, one Italian guy was constantly drinking cheap wine, persuading the rest, He claimed that he was keeping an eye on all the campers, which seemed true until he fell asleep;) It was a 5-minute bike ride to the center, among blooming, stunning scent of linden trees. Fairy tale.
You don’t have to be particularly original to enjoy things you do for the first time that provide grateful relief or satisfaction, or both. When I got on the bike and pedaled a few times, assimilated the Florentine floral scents, the aura of the Renaissance, etc., I started whistling at / my own accord/S. Everything I could think of. Favorite melodies, invented melodies, combined, improvised, mixed genres, just what was playing in my soul, the amplitude of changes changes. No embarrassment, just freedom and playfulness blessed and balanced the level of insolence and loudness. Which, BTW, was a separate WINd-up. But completely cleanly, without anything and without any comments or prejudices. Seriously. First time. Well, maybe once, as a child, but I don’t remember. Pure joy, undisturbed, unencumbered, uncontrived. THE FUN.
