my mind goes where the sun is shining

My heart was still broken when I went.

Sat on the rocks, smelled the sea and watched the sun glint on the waves. My skin soaked up the warmth. And everything was alright.

There was the adventure with the Italian bartender; another with the Brazilian in Prague. I was beautiful and alive.

When I remember, I still am.

Cinque Terre, Italy 2010

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