04 August, 2008
when I leave the sun behind me...
An open courtyard in the middle of a 16th century farmhouse. I am jumping on a trampoline. Or flying, rather. The Kink's "This Time Tomorrow" is blaring through my iPod headphones. Suddenly life slows down and I am living a scene straight out of a Wes Anderson film. There are children tumbling around everywhere. Their mouths are open but I can't hear what they're saying. Bubbles float up over my head and drift off to seek their freedom in the clear blue sky...
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Wherever you are, Betsy, it sounds wonderful!
wooohooooooo woooooohoooooooooooo whoooooooooohooooooooooo (I am flying along )
Fabulous. Have a great time...a greater time? Well, have time.
wooohoooo whoooooooooooooohooooooooo (still jumping on the trampoline...everytime I go up my hair flies up too...funny feeling in my stomac)
Wooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooo
Ooooh, what a gorgeously written post! Beautful.
Sounds glorious! You have a month of this ahead of you? Enjoy!
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