4800 feet and we are ascended sky masters. The Spanish artist and I, weaving tales of Picasso and dinner parties under a full moon in Barcelona...
And now the moon, aye-the moon...a giant apricot eye luminescing until the turqouise sea becomes a field for her to seed with moon dust....
And there she lingers as if waiting for an encore.
I am a firefly on the top of the world, spinning out naked delight in whispers of Catalan and Castillian....wonder, wonder, wonder...
J'aime
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