Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Your perfume reminds me of my honeymoon. You remind me of being in my 20's, walking the streets of Seville where the perfume is almost,
too strong to be delicious.
I remember sitting at an outdoor cafe along the Guadaliquivir River drinking beer. You've reminded me to go into the loft and begin scanning some of those precious images from before digital cameras.
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