Postcards From Italy


* Had a dream of a younger version of Dylan speaking to me non-stop in french. There were some portrait paintings on the wall. My sister Juliana was around. Melissa and I had chocolate croissants. Inside a different room there was a lot of people but everyone looked like out of a Love and Rockets graphic novel.

* During an early evening conversation, after returning from the beach, I said “Well I don’t want to be the skinny dude with a beer gut and a pony tail“. Without hesitation she replied “that’s actually kind of hot“, while drawing the cutest smirk on her face.

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